DAREDEVIL CYCLISTS don’t deserve praise.
After reading Maurice Martin’s “Night of the Bikers” (The District Line, 4/21), I couldn’t understand why you ran this froth-filled blurb that only serves to glorify these people who think they rule the road.
I too depend on my bicycle to navigate the downtown catacombs, and I undeniably crave the rush of endorphins produced after speeding through the tumultuous web of bodies, machines, and downtown lights. I am, however, conscientious of others.
Adams Morgan