Celebrity Chef James Martin, who is somewhat famous in the UK for his cooking television series, is not someone who apparently likes cyclists. In fact, in a recent review of the all-electric Tesla Roadster (the guy also moonlights as a car critic for the UK Daily Mail), Martin baited the bicycle community with this:
God, I hate those cyclists. Every last herbal tea-drinking, Harriet Harman-voting one of them. That’s one of the reasons I live in the countryside, where birds tweet, horses roam, pigs grunt and Lycra-clad buttocks are miles away. But recently, there’s been a disturbing development. Each Saturday, a big black truck appears at the bottom of my road, with bikes stuck to the roof and rear. Out of it step a bunch of City-boy ponces in fluorescent Spider-Man outfits, shades, bum bags and stupid cleated shoes, who then pedal around our narrow lanes four abreast with their private parts alarmingly apparent. Do they enjoy it? They never smile. I’m sure they just come here to wind me up.
Then, in what’s since been removed from the article, Martin then went on to describe how he quietly crept behind a group of bicyclers in the Tesla and then blared his horn forcing them off the road. “The look of sheer terror as they tottered into the hedge was the best thing I’ve ever seen in my rear-view mirror,” he wrote.
Whether or not the incident actually ever happened hasn’t been revealed, but Martin has suffered a shit-storm of criticism in the wake of the article. Said one commenter, “It’s risky enough out there anyway without stupid, fat chefs trying to run us of the road, which, by the way, cyclists have the right to be on – motorists have to pay for the privilege. Hopefully, his career will now go down the frying pan. Smug idiot.”
The chef has since apologized for the piece — but we think a more appropriate gesture would have been to drop the car for a week and take to the roads to see the BS bikers have to deal with everyday. Perhaps then, with the shoe on the other foot, some real perspective could be gained.