I hope you passed these cyclists with a sufficient amount of room without honking angrily and screaming insults out of your window, like the dumber bogans do.
Anyway, on the subject of verges and bike paths, they tend to be the collecting zone for all the tek screws, broken bottles, busted crates, rocks, tree branches, tripwires, old chairs, furniture tacks etc that the thoughtful bogans amongst us feel the need to deposit there. Car and truck tyres tend to sweep the sharper bits up. I can fully understand why a road bike rider (seriously, "window lickers", grow up) would prefer to trust the drivers on the carriageway to know the road rules and hope to get to their destination without a zillion flats. My trusty MTB has armour plated tyres, thornproof tubes WITH slime in them so I can survive these zones but I can understand the riders who like a lighter and more nimble steed.
Fed-up Melbourne cyclists turn private investigators in bid to catch Yarra Boulevard tack culprit - ABC News (Australian Broadcasting Corporation)
Oh and on the subject of bogans, I have a fairly reliable technique for recognising them on my travels around the local hills. It's the engine note. If I hear a vehicle momentarily slow I know that they've acknowledged my presence and will give me space. This is 90% of the drivers I meet. Boneheads in soft roaders (the 9%) don't slow down and the bogans just roar past as fast and close as possible. Ute tray rattle is a bad sign too. It's not a perfectly reliable technique but it helps forward planning. It also changes my hand signals to them from a friendly wave to nothing then to a two finger salute.
Surprising the best behaved motor bikers are the Harley riders, probably because they can't manage the corners too well and just like cruising. I give them all a cheery thumbs up as they thunder by, they are pretty friendly as a rule. Worst are the Ninja Warriors, some of these death wish stinkers are really dense. Luckily you can hear them coming for miles and I can look for a safe spot on the verge to wait them out.
Share the road people, it's not that hard.

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