Victorian police intend to enforce the provisions of the Traffic Code against that type of cyclist who is a notorious and habitual offender against its rules, constantly endangering his own safety and that of others on the road day and night.
I'm a glittering light of the Suicide Squad, And I reckon I own the road. I go where like on my wobbling bike, And a fig for your Traffic Code. Cars and pedestrians, carts and equestrians, All must be watchful for me. These travelling fools are slaves of the rules; But I'm free of the road! I'm free! I'm a democrat, proud of the Suicide Squad, Class conscious and ever at war With the toff in the car, while his progress I bar And his rights I prefer to ignore. I travel at night without shoping a light Four abreast with my friends for a lark. But your pity I claim -- for the car is to blame -- If I chance to get bumped in the dark. Their structure they hurl at the Suicide Squad; We are harried and hounded by cops Because we are poor; but we'll never endure Regulation till tyranny stops. Many cyclists there are who defer to a car And observe every rule of the Code. These are cowards and cads to the daredevil lads Who aspire to be kings of the road. I'm a glittering light of the Suicide Squad; And I won't put my hands on the bars While I dodge in and out to the terrified shout Of the nincompoops driving their cars. As they honk at a curve to pass by me I swerve, Just to show they're no better than me. I'm a plague and a pest; but I'm good as the best I'm a lord of the road! I'm free!
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