Not my words, but my thoughts sometimes. We’ve all thought it, whenever an imminent date with the devil is narrowly avoided and the adrenaline kick that comes from mixing it up with two-tonne twat chariots finally snaps your resolve. Maybe ‘fuck drivers’ is more apt; it’s not like cars can drive themselves…

Amsterdam bicycle makers Veloretti probably have a lot less cars and a lot more bikes to contend with on a daily basis, though that hasn’t quelled their distaste for the four-wheeled foe. Rather than key someone’s paintwork or get into (another) verbal pissing contest, they utilise GPS, paper, some hi-tech pen/printing gizmo and one of their steel steeds to convey their message in a more unique but no-less-subtle way.