After reading the continuing conversation between cyclists, motorists, and your “After a Fashion
” [Aug. 1] writer, I would like to know, how is it that someone would think that hate mail is actually love letters? That is twisted. So is this: When Stephen MacMillan Moser wrote about his visit to Mellow Johnny’s Bike Shop, where he got to rub elbows with Lance Armstrong, he described what a boon it was [“After a Fashion
,” June 27]. He gets to come back and name drop and tell about how he also survived cancer. Coming from a bike shop that promotes urban cyclists commuting to work, he turns around and writes about wanting to plow his car through the Critical Mass demonstration ride.
I was shocked to read this. What was he doing at the bike shop if that is how he feels about cyclists? Oh, he says he was joking, but every week he shows us more of his “love” for cyclists. Last week calling us children who should be relegated to the park only. I want to know what exactly his job as a writer is. As he boasts, he is doing his job when we care enough to read and reply. What is he doing for Austin when he makes threatening comments about killing cyclists with cars? How is the Chronicle
serving the city by keeping him on staff when he blatantly shows his intolerance and hatred toward cyclists week after week? I object. I say he should go. I think his words are reckless and dangerous, fueling the already present mindset of some real motorists who think cyclist should be hit with cars. Austin and her cyclists do not need his brand of humor. And what is it about seeing an adult on a bike that turns people into mad dogs?