People called Gambino crime family member Joey Gallo “Crazy Joe.” They still do. He didn’t take it as an insult and nobody thought he was crazy for real.

Sorry bug the operators of this site…

In a typical bit of dishonesty, you left out the reference to my mother, which suggested that there’s something risible in my being her caretaker.

“Pointing out that some people in town and on your blog call you ‘Crazy Rob’ wasn’t an attack on you. Actually, it’s like calling Red Auerbach “Red Auerbach” (even though that’s not his real name).”

Yes, quoting someone who, like you, is anonymous and calling me “crazy Rob” is an attack on me. “Red” is obviously Auerbach’s nickname, probably because he had red hair in his youth. That’s nowhere near the same thing as calling someone “crazy.” Hard to believe that you’re so dishonest and dumb that you can’t see that, but that may be the case.

“I have four bikes in my shotgun hallway and I’m on the new one everyday. Does that make me a bike nut? Doesn’t really matter, does it?”

Yes, owning four bikes qualifies you as a bike nut. Doesn’t matter to me, though it does put your personal attacks in context, doesn’t it? Still like to know why you don’t just put your name on your blog or on these comments. What are you afraid of?

Pointing out that some people in town and on your blog call you “Crazy Rob” wasn’t an attack on you. Actually, it’s like calling Red Auerbach “Red Auerbach” (even though that’s not his real name).

I have four bikes in my shotgun hallway and I’m on the new one everyday. Does that make me a bike nut? Doesn’t really matter, does it?

(My new bike’s name is “Bonanza”)

Seems as if having Transformers battling it out on the Earth that is Andrew’s blog is bumming him out so I guess that’ll be it for now.

Anyhow, this has been a fun exercise (like riding a bike can be!), but I’d rather get back to fart jokes. Thanks for playing, everybody!

I’ve never met Herd, so his lame, gutless attacks on me are a bit of a mystery. I assumed at first that he was just another bike nut, but I’ve been informed that that’s not true. I of course do shop for my mom and myself at Lucky’s. So what? My mother is 94-years-old and can’t do a lot of things for herself. Is there supposed to be something amusing about that? Who’s going to take care of Herd’s parents when they get too old to care for themselves?
http://district5diary.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-jim-herd-afraid-of.html

“To your second point, what is infuriating about the bike fetish award is the way in which you highlighted someone’s choice to give a pet name to their bicycle or decorate it however garishly as a means to discredit their opinion.”

Look, both of these people published this information themselves—Jones in the high-circulation Bay Guardian and Decker in her own blog. They don’t seem particularly shy about sharing this information with us, so what’s the problem?

Not everyone wants to be as famous as you, Crazy Rob, so they might not behave as you do….