The Cycle take on this literary masterpiece. All of Cycles comments are in Italics in Brackets.

FEW issues divide the Adelaide community – and some regional cities – more than cyclists. It’s hard not to have a view about cyclists. Hard not to stand on either the black square or the white square. (What a load of rubbish, most cyclists are motorists after a certain age)
You either love them or love to hate them. They are an environmental asset or a traffic nuisance. They are safe, they are dangerous. Cyclists are courteous, they are rude. (Oh, till that last bit, I thought they were talking about Prius drivers or other motorists, I would not describe most riders like that at all)
But it’s not that simple. Cyclists are tribal. Some are quite different to others, just as lions are different to tigers and leopards. The tribal make-up works something like this: (diatribe, some of us own multiple bikes, ride many disciplines, it really is as simple as saying - but like ANYTHING, there are groups and subcultures)
THE COMMUTER: Often travels solo. Wears slacks, jeans, shorts and even business clothes. Regulars on designated off-road tracks through parks, as well as main street bike lanes. Usually carry a back pack. Generally polite and considerate. (This would be the view held by Bicycle Network who believes that 12kms is as far as a commuter goes. Bad news Rex, commuters come from further, are many things, ride many different bikes, wear different clothes)