Colbert King comes to the defense of Courtland Milloy, arguing that the problem is not what Milloy wrote, but that all cyclists are humorless. I suppose there is something about frequent exposure to bicycle grease that changes our brains so that we no longer find references to cyclists being attacked funny?
The title says that cyclists can't take criticism. But of course, that isn't the problem. There was no mass protest of John Kelly's column on how cyclists need to change their sidewalk cycling ways. Twitter didn't blow up and King didn't feel the need to come to Kelly's defense because there was no one to defend him from. Cyclists can take constructive criticism.
King talks about a time when he offended cyclists back in 2002 by also calling them terrorists.
I hope that they will do something about the threat to life and limb that lurks in Rock Creek Park and on trails and paths around the Washington area. I am referring to those infernal bikers who persist in converting public space into their personal Tour de France race every Saturday and Sunday. They are as dangerous as anthrax. And just as sneaky. They come up on you without warning. And they show no regard for their targets. Joggers, bird-lovers, moms with toddlers, seniors with pet dogs, it doesn’t matter. We are all fair game for those terrorists on wheels.
To be fair, in the 12 years since then, approximately zero pedestrians have been killed by cyclists in Rock Creek Park. [But there have been several fatal car crashes]. So his fear was well-founded.
The written commentaries published online showed the bikers to be as rabid and self-righteous in July 2002 as they are now.
He called us rabid and self-righteous. Hysterical! Terrorists. What a clever turn of phrase! A broomstick through the front wheel? Who doesn't love physical comedy?! Paying $500 to hit another person with your car and possibly cripple or kill them? That's as old, and as funny, as a man dressing up as a woman (a joke Milloy totally gets). When did Bill Cosby start writing for the Post?
Good stuff. Seriously, I'm dying.
Or at least some cyclists are.