It's that time of year once again when the streets are plagued with the cycle lane hogging, unsuitably attired, snail pace wobbling of the fair-weather cyclist. The bane of summer ... or are we?

Yes I am here to take your UV-ray-induced hatred as I out myself as a fair-weather friend of this pastime. I bought a bike one grey October day, but did not actually embark on my cycling career in sincerity until well after the daffodils had come and gone. I belong to the army of unconfident learner riders, blocking your previously speedy jaunt to the office, as we try to work out where the hell we're supposed to be going, and stay upright. While you irksome fellow citizens seem to get off on nothing more than hurtling past with a highly audible huff, nearly knocking a newbie off as you leave a trail of dust.

For today's G2 Tom Meltzer describes such wrath that a seemingly pleasant summer's day can instigate:

In all sorts of outdoor activities, from the humble commute to the most serious of sports, the first few days of sun spark an outbreak of fair-weather fury from the dedicated all-year-rounders. Or, as they prefer to be called, people who know what they're doing.

Meltzer describes the psychology of hardcore swimmers, joggers and surfers, who like small children refuse to share their adrenaline-fuelled joys with the more summer-orientated among us. Cyclists though, are identified as the most prolific sufferers of such anger, perhaps because it's more than a hobby – a way of life surely!

He explains:

Living as they do in constant fear that some idiotic motorist will nudge them into oblivion at every corner they come to, it's easy to understand why they can be more than a little bit temperamental ... The cyclist has been simmering with rage for so long that he's had time to sub-categorise the offenders ... they are either 'stupid idiots with unridable trendy bikes, completely self-centred and not looking where they're going', or the 'arrogant Training for the Ironman Race' kind of people with absolutely zero awareness of anybody else, scattering pedestrians, cyclists and small animals left, right and centre.

As my cycling has improved, I have begun to delicately overtake a fellow cyclist who perhaps doesn't have as many gears as I, or is enjoying more of a gentle saunter than a late-for-work sprint, always with the ring of a bell and a smile. And with every hot day, I have revelled in the city being full of more bikers, to look out for each other when a car fails to give way, shout out when something slips from a pocket, or compare panniers at the traffic lights.

So now's your chance. Ragers, what is it that makes you so mad? And how can we fight for the right to go for a bike ride in the sunshine, and all get on?