HOLLYWOOD — The following letters respond to recent reporting in The Times. They have been edited for length and clarity.

Your account of the Vine Street bike-lane deadlock (“Council Committee Deadlocks Over Vine Street Protected Bike Lanes,” July 16) left out the people who will actually use the thing. I am 34 and I ride Vine to work five days a week, and I have been clipped by a side mirror twice. Ninety parking spaces weighed against my collarbone is not a hard trade. Councilmember Bogardus says he supports safety “in the abstract.” I would like mine in the concrete, please, ideally poured into a curb. — Tanya Brooks, Thai Town

I own a shop on Vine, and I am tired of being cast as the villain of the bicycle story. I do not hate cyclists. I dislike losing the parking my older customers need to reach my door, several of whom do not ride bicycles and are not about to start. Build the lanes if you must, but build the parking to replace them, and stop treating those of us who object as fossils. Some of us are only doing the arithmetic the council keeps skipping. — Héctor Balderas, Vine Street

I read “The Coyote in the Road” (July 5), and I laughed, and then a week later my neighbor’s cat did not come home. The piece was charming. The coyotes are not. I have lived in Beachwood for forty years, and we did not used to film the wildlife for strangers on the internet; we kept our cats inside and our bins latched and our sympathy for the missing to ourselves. Bring your animals in. Stop feeding the show. — Gwendolyn Truss, Beachwood Canyon

Your reporting on the Cahuenga night market has me pulling for it to survive past its ninety days. I have gone most Saturdays since April, and the closed block between Selma and De Longpre is the most alive that stretch has been in years. Yes, the cumbia runs a little loud on the corner — the neighbors upstairs are not wrong about the bass. Turn the speakers down and keep the market. And when the city decides, it should remember who the thing is really for: the tamale lady, the kid selling phone chargers, the two agua fresca stands that each swear they were there first. Keep the fees low enough that they can afford to stay. — Danny Ocampo, East Hollywood

Regarding “Walk of Fame Repaving Hits Its Third Delay” (July 19): I have sold postcards a few doors from Dora Feldman for eleven years, and I would like to nominate “by the holidays” as the most expensive phrase in the English language. Every month of fencing is another month of visitors turning back before they reach my window. I do not need another marching band. I need a finished sidewalk, and, if the city is feeling generous, the rent relief that has been “moving through channels” since roughly the last administration. — Ruth Kaminsky, Hollywood Boulevard