Pick up trucks and bikers

Everyone has driven a pickup truck; either you've owned one or borrowed one to move dorm furniture, or mattresses, or storm damage. There is something about a truck that I like. First is the seating position; you're up high and you can see down the road. A truck should be driven slower than a car. The windows should be open; air conditioning is OK for a car but seems sort of out of place for a truck. A truck causes you to be patient; take your time; and allow others the same.
Today, I drove a truck. Borrowed Sonny's pickup and cleaned out a storage unit. Took a painting home; took another to Hay's auction; took a mattress to DAV only to learn that they didn't want it. Took the mattress to the dump site .
In the course of all my driving, and driving slower than usual [as suitable for driving a truck] I noticed some fine examples of bike riders in our fair city. Let me say at the outset, they deserve part of the road. They deserve the bike lanes carved out for them throughout the city. Having said that, let me talk about what bike riders do the undermine that sympathy. The first two bike riders approached a traffic light and promptly drove through a red, apparently because they could. Having a red and darting through the intersection is an accident waiting to happen. The third bike rider appeared at third and Broadway. Waiting to turn from Broadway to third, I sat with my blinker on. When the left turn light came on, I looked in my rear view mirror to see a spandex-clad, helmeted mike rider, passing me on the left, by riding the wrong way in the center of the east bound lane. If I haven't glanced in my rear view mirror [a usually unnecessary action when making a left turn] I would have run over the bike rider. So, why do people drive by bike riders and shout. or even throw things? I wonder if it is because they flaunt the rules of the road so blatantly. Are they all guilty? No, of course not, but a few can ruin it for the many. The fourth rider I encountered was going south on 3rd street and he suddenly darted from the bike lane into mine. Of course, the reason he swerved was a man and a woman, jogging in the bike lane, the wrong way on a one way street.
Did I get angry at any of these bike riders? Of course not; I was driving a pick up truck!