What happened to Tim Holt

Whatever happened to Tim Holt? is a question I have never asked myself over the years. 

Last San Francisco readers heard from Holt was when he compared Critical Mass to the Civil Rights movement, which, as I pointed out at the time, trivialized a significant social movement and elevated an insignificant one.

Nevertheless, the answer to that unasked question appeared the other day in the SF Chronicle where Holt surfaced with an op-ed. The hard copy of the daily has this hed: "Finding peace on Mount Shasta." 

Turns out that Holt moved to the country.

The online version of Holt's op-ed has a different hed: "How I found peace (and pain) on the slopes of Mount Shasta." 

Since Holt has been gone, the Chronicle has so completely adopted his bike/anti-car cause that it hates to even suggest that riding a bike can be dangerous: How the SF Chronicle failed San Francisco.

Holt explains the pain:

There is nothing more enchanting than cycling through a landscape of snow-covered fir trees. There is nothing more painful than flying over your handlebars on an icy road. On my first encounter with an ice-covered road, I assumed, incorrectly, that applying the brakes on the downhill slope would help me stay in control. Instead, I got a mouthful of gravel. From then on, I walked the bike down ice-covered roads and have not had a tumble since.

Dang! Riding a bike can be dangerous even in the country!

But Holt can take comfort in the notion that San Francisco and the SF Chronicle are now fully committed to redesigning city streets on behalf of his small, often obnoxious minority.

The city is now even using a lie about the pandemic to justify making it harder to drive those wicked motor vehicles in the city: Heather Knight comes unglued.

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