Greg Cantori's piece on bikes, walkers and autos was a touch of humanity ("Sharing the road," Jan. 22). His plaintive call for civility between highway and street users was touching. Therefore, it was hard to sit at my keyboard and comment on his opinion.
When I was a kid, the bike was the adolescent form of travel. However, we rode on balloon tires, on roads and streets that were empty, after the old folks got to work. Neither Mr. Cantori nor any reader will ever see those days of freedom again. The Sun inserted a photo in the piece that defines the issue: Skinny tires that will not bounce over stones and a rider sandwiched between thousands of pounds of blunt trauma. One slip and an auto traveling at 25 miles an hour will crush a fallen biker, if the auto driver is the least distracted.
Let's continue. Those "human beings who are sharing a common path" are oblivious that they are walking. On public display: a human, chin on chest, eyes glued to a hand-held device, soon to be carpal tunneled thumbs, moving at 40 miles per hour. I don't see that as sharing, even in an elevator.
All intelligent minds should return to an earlier instruction: Stop, Look, Listen. This is the 21st century. The old rules, which were humane and precious, have died due to non use. You still have crosswalk rights. Yes! You are right in a court of law. And, maybe: dead right!
John Holter, Baltimore