There's a faction of bicycling advocates who insist that there's no reason to enforce any rules on bicyclists because "they're not hurting anybody else", recklessly running red lights, riding at night with no lights, not wearing helmets and so on. When you try to tell them that normal decent people have no wish to be the agent of death for a foolish and reckless bicyclist, they seem incapable of comprehending what that means.
Now there's a whole book they can read that might get through to them.
Very moving, perhaps even moreso because it was not what I expected, having read the title as "Darin Strauss's Grief-Soaked Memoir About Kissing a Girl".
Now there's a whole book they can read that might get through to them.