Photo by Randall Myers.

Daring us to ignore him but making it all but impossible, Washington Post columnist Courtland Milloy has penned a column about the bullies and terrorists on D.C.’s roads: Cyclists.

His 688 words can be boiled down to this: Bicyclists break rules, are slow, feel entitled to things like bike lanes in front of churches and have “more nerve than an L.A. biker gang.” Because of that, this:

It’s a $500 fine for a motorist to hit a bicyclist in the District, but some behaviors are so egregious that some drivers might think it’s worth paying the fine.

The column — and that passage in particular — would have elicited a strong response from #BikeDC to begin with. (Indeed, Shane Farthing of the Washington Area Bicyclist Association has written a strong response.) But the piece was published on the sixth anniversary of the death of Alice Swanson, a 22-year-old woman who was fatally struck by a trash truck driver near Dupont Circle. She was in a bike lane and wearing a helmet. The driver, who had a history of dangerous driving, was never charged.

Perhaps Milloy should watch the 2011 testimony from Ruth Rowan about her daughter Alice’s death and the victim-blaming that ensued.

But absolutely none of this is a surprise to a long-time reader of Milloy. In 2012, he wrote about how speed cameras, many of which are placed in areas where pedestrians and cyclists have been struck, were stealing his joy: “I confess: I enjoy driving fast.”

Many of the motorists — including me — were doing what the District calls speeding: “11 to 15” miles per hour over the posted 50 mph limit. The fact is, we were moving at a reasonable and safe speed, what traffic engineers refer to as “going with the flow.”

Milloy actually rode a bike in 1998 after his license was suspended for speeding. Over a decade ago, he seemed to understand the dangers cyclists face.

Instructed by the police officer to get off the sidewalk and into the street, I took a deep breath and began to look for an opening in the traffic. The closer I got to the curb, however, the faster the cars and trucks seemed to be going. Not one driver acted like he even saw me.

A ride to the Washington Post’s headquarters is planned for 1 p.m. tomorrow.