The bike stops here
The quaint town of Sonoma has a very vocal and influential pro-bicycle coalition whose environmentalist wacko views are voiced ad nauseam at our City Council meetings. It's almost as if bicyclists can't stop talking. Apparently, they can't stop at anything - especially at stop signs.
Firstly: If you're too poor to drive a car, you shouldn't live here.
Secondly: Helmets, gloves, reflective tape and skin-tight spandex were intended for sex, not for bicycling.
Thirdly: When you see a red-colored octagonal sign that reads "STOP," you're supposed to stop - even when you're on your way to Starbucks to buy an over-priced, pretentious-sounding, quasi-coffee drink that nobody but you would have the audacity to order. (By the way, where do you keep your wallet?)
If you must ride around flaunting your Schwinns, please stop at stop signs.
Brian C. Abel