in 1987, and now our guardian angel is back. Last week, P.J. (if I may) wrote a satirical piece that appeared in the Wall Street Journal defending bicyclists against the crude enemies of bike lanes, and bikes in general. It was a gaudily clever essay in which he assumed the role of Neanderthal, mocking cartoonishly those of us who would blight the pristine landscape of the big city by riding our bikes rather than driving. By using satire, rather than dry reason, P.J. makes the haters of bicycles appear obviously stupid in their opposition. Bravo sir!
P.S.-P.J.: I take seriously your concern that there are no statues of any national heroes on bicycles anywhere in the world. Rest assured, however, there will be.