Gee, it’s happening a little early this year. Every spring a few irate readers decry that scourge of safety, propriety and Western civilization itself — bicyclists!

These letters follow a common format. First, a perfunctory review of cyclists’ malfeasances — rolling stop signs, riding abreast, track-standing, etc.

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Then on to a wider rage: Cyclists wear bright colors! They’re having fun! And now, as Thomas Muir keenly alerted us in "Sunnyside cyclists" (Forum, Feb. 14), some actually take their children to Einstein’s! What next?

Seriously, who are the people who write these letters? I can’t prove it, but I’m pretty sure they’re the same folks who hate puppies and Christmas.

I enjoy riding my bike around town. But, like most, the vast majority of my getting to and fro is behind the wheel of a car. From time to time, I’m mildly and momentarily inconvenienced by cyclists.

Such instances are trifling when compared with the epic motor vehicle jams I regularly encounter. If anything, I’m grateful to these cyclists for easing my traffic hassles and freshening my air.

If you’re wound so tightly that you need to write irate letters about bicyclists, you live in a small, sad world.

Alexander F. Obbard

Salt Lake City