Every 25 years or so conservative satirist (his real job title), P.J. O'Rourke, descends from Mount Wisdom to use his prodigious wit to save we wretched bicyclists. He last awakened to rescue us 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.
He has written thus far 16 books and I hope I could read one of them one of these days.
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