The fast, young and lean cyclists ride from San Francisco every weekend morning, hundreds of them — maybe thousands. I sometimes ride this route traveling the opposite way on my bike, from Sausalito to the city.

Like confident, swarming bees in tight-fitting, colorful outfits, they come in droves. Some ride solo; others form closely knit and somewhat annoying “bromance groups.”

Disclaimer: This rant does not include every cyclist who rides through Sausalito. There are obviously a select few, or perhaps many, who abide by the rules. I sincerely thank those cyclists who follow the rules of the road; but, alas, most riders do just the opposite.

This is a cry for help. I do not feel safe in my own hood. It’s for new mothers and fathers with young babies that I know, and homeowners who walk their little dogs or tiny grandchildren. We all resent the awful attitudes, rude demeanor and reckless actions of many riders in our precious seaside city.

Often, the groups with the best-looking professional outfits are also equipped with the biggest attitudes. At breakneck speeds, they careen down Alexander Avenue and enter the Hurricane Gulch neighborhood like an invading army. Many are male Millennials, with plenty of mid-lifers sprinkled in among them.

I don’t mind that they come — Sausalito is beautiful and we should all be able to enjoy it. They are all welcome in my little hamlet. I just mind that they deliberately break the laws.

Stop signs? Fuggetabout it!

Red lights? Screw red lights!

Yield signs? Yield, schmield!

Moms with baby strollers? Big whoopdeedoo!

Old people? Getoutta my way!

Speed limit? Are you kidding?

They ride swiftly and aggressively right past the 15 mph speed limit sign at the top of the hill on South Street and then zip past my front door on Main and Second, many going 30, 40 or 50 mph. If you ask them to slow down, you get the middle finger as a reward.

Because they are likely trying to beat their last Fitbit or Strava score, or practice for an upcoming Tour de France, they expect pedestrians, tourists and motorists to move out of their way and accommodate their existence.

Homeless people do not dare linger idly near this perilous stretch of Southern Marin. Why? Because many cyclists think they are above the law; they are lawless, that’s why.

On a recent sunny morning, I saw veteran Sausalito motorcycle police officer Herb writing a speeding ticket to one cyclist riding what was probably a $4,000 Italian-made road bike. The ticket (which I really hope is over $200) was written right out in front of my apartment building overlooking the bay with a view of Alcatraz and the Bay Bridge. I briefly paused to hear the officer lecturing the perpetrator on the rules, and I soaked it in with secret glee. I’m walking with my boxer dog Romulus Claudius Germanicus, and I notice I am happier than he is, which, if you know boxers, is a difficult thing to be.

I didn’t applaud, but I was cheering inside. The Germans call it schadenfreude.

“I wish there were 10 of you,” I said to the mustached police officer. “I wish there were also,” he replied with a broad, official grin.

Here is a list of complaints that many Sausalito residents have:

A. Many of you are riding two or three times as fast as the posted speed limit and ignoring virtually every single rule of the road.

B. You are endangering locals walking with kids, tourists, teenagers, coffee drinkers and dogs.

C. Many of you have decided that laws do not apply to you. Why is that?

D. You scream and shout at motorists, because you often claim “they cut me off” as you are powering down the hill way too fast.

E. You are shouting and cursing at people in cars who may hesitate or slow down as they get to the bottom of the hill. They sometimes hesitate because it’s a busy street, or because they’ve never been here before.

F. You are hurling obscenities at tourists driving slowly. Give them a break; they are enjoying the surroundings. They are our guests, and we like them.

Cyclists, you are welcome in Sausalito, but please obey the rules of the road.

Mike Kirner is a resident of Hurricane Gulch in Sausalito and has worked in the Bay Area as a marketing & PR director in Northern California real estate. He has lived in San Francisco and Marin for over three decades.