I have sympathy with the idea of bicyclists who want a cheap form of transportation that's non-polluting, but—!!

A few years ago when I was still driving, I damn near got one when the light turned green and I started to move. He shot the red light and I just about clipped his rear wheel.

In front of a convenience store near where I live (I roam the nearby neighborhood in an electric wheelchair and I am a very careful driver, especially when I have to travel on the sidewalk with regular pedestrians), I have seen little old ladies with shopping bags, children with popsicles in their hands, suited businessmen opening a fresh pack of cigarettes while emerging from the store knocked flat by cretins on bicycles. And the cyclist beats a hasty retreat. He knows his ass is grass if he stays around long enough to see if the person is injured.

Seattle is an excellent city for curb-ramps, intended for wheelchair users and mothers pushing strollers, but I have been roundly sworn at by cretins on bicycles—and teenaged dimwits on skateboards—for being on a curb-ramp and interrupting their careen down a sidewalk among normal humans. They seem to be under the impression that the city put them there for their exclusive use.

Almost as bad are people wandering briskly down the sidewalk engrossed in a cell-phone conversation—or texting.

Sorry! But I get steamed sometimes.

Rap, my best wished to you and yours and I'm praying for a speedy recovery.

Don Firth