It’s not projection, no. It’s witnessing. I’ve seen multiple incidents, as I said. I work in the City and travelling in and out I’ve seen loads of psycho-cyclists, and they’re universally one kind of guy. And they’re white English (or occasionally Aussie or American) men to judge from the screamed insults and loud arguments. Not Polish or other Europeans - I’ve never seen that.
I see plenty of theoretically dangerous cycling from others, but not of the same extremely aggressive and unapologetic kind. For example, routinely I see loads of young black guys cycling on the pavement, living in Hackney and Streatham but funny thing is, I’ve never even seen one even hit someone, and I have seen them swerve to avoid people and not swear at or abuse or even interact with the people they’re avoiding. This is very different from the lycra-clad psychopath-types, who I have seen hit people, and nearly hit loads of people, and who are almost universally abusive and aggressive if they have to so much as use their brake.
(The biggest pavement menace is kids on scooters though, as in little kids, like 3-10, I see them run into people pretty often, and whilst they’re light, they sometimes hit or nearly hit old people, which is pretty shit.)
It’s not really ok to accuse other people of “projection” (which is not even the word you’re looking for - that’s not what projection means) just because your experience differs. That is itself closer to “projection” than what you’re discussing. The word you are perhaps looking for is stereotyping, but sadly mate, this is a very real stereotype - that of the white, male, middle-class, usually English, definitely wealth bicycle-rider (not motorcycle) who behaves like unspeakable cunt to pretty much anyone in front of him, whilst on the bike. I believe you on your experiences but, I mean, do you need a comprehensive list of incidents I’ve seen? Because it’ll be long, and start with four incidents at the same belisha beacons outside my old office where I saw people almost get run down by cyclists who then swore at them or threatened them. Including one where a man with a voice that verged on upper class screamed “STUPID CUNTS!” at people who started to cross (again, this is belisha beacons, aka zebra crossing, so we always have right of way, no question) as he was hurtling up the road, as he decided not to break much and instead kept pedalling and veered around people. There was no sane reason for this behaviour. It’s not like the crossing is a surprise.
A few years ago I saw a white guy driving an expensive car literally veer to knock a lady off her bike, and I’ve seen loads of people drive way to close to cyclists and tap or knock them (mostly on a specific road near me, where they definitely don’t need to, but cyclists who follow the law are vulnerable but it’s a long road and they’re supposed to say off the pavement), but also some random stuff mostly witnessed from busses.
Not sure what a builder in a KFC has to do with this. Presumably no-one was cycling in there? We were not discussing racist and xenophobic cunts. We can if you like - that builder was certainly a racist cunt who needed a good fucking smack (not that you should be giving it to him, ideally karma or a police officer should be).
The funniest vehicle/racial stereotypes incident that ever happened to me though wasn’t in Britain, it was in Boston or NYC, I forget which, when my family was walking back to a hotel from a restaurant late in an evening in like 2002, and we took a shortcut through an alley, and as we came out we heard a car braking to a halt just to our left, turned, and it was a massive black Mercedes and it was belting out “MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY” from some powerful stereo. As it stopped, a huge black guy leaped out, built like a brick privy, wearing a one of those big floor-length jackets, and with a bowler hat on, stood there for a heartbeat, and then the music stops and he’s like “Oh god, Terribly sorry folks!” because we probably all looked like “Uhoh did we step in front of the wrong car!” and were in the headlights. Then everyone started laughing. It was like a scene out of sitcom or something.