To J. McCarthy:
This old diddy expected such disrespect — get it all the time on the road! By the way you mispelled my name — more disrespect.
I do not knit — nor have a grandchild or husband or know “Doris” with her gallbladder — also I’m not half baked.
Take your above average income bicycles and pay taxes like me for the road, or ride your precious bicycles where they belong — off road.
And by the way I do smell the roses. Why don’t you march in your own parade cause you are the grand marshal.
Oh — do you call your mother an old diddy-biddy — I know she would be proud. Roads are for cars.