Self-entitled jerks, for one thing. Like the guy who walked in front of me on my way home from work last night.
Indiana law and Indianapolis ordinances are pretty clear: if a pedestrian is in a marked crosswalk when traffic approaches, the pedestrian has the right of way. And if the crossing has signal, a pedestrian is not supposed to start crossing unless the WALK light is on. Seems pretty clear, right? Solves the problem of getting caught in the middle when the light changes, even. Conversely, if you choose to cross against the lights or outside the crosswalk, you're on your own, bub; the law will not shield you from your folly.
So picture me entering a block in my car on a green light. There's another light at next intersection and it's green, too. It's a one-way street four lanes wide and I was one lane in from the farthest left. Needed to turn left two blocks on, so I looked, signaled, pulled out -- and hit my brakes. Two or three car-lengths up, a fellow carrying a sandwich was doing an Eliza-crossing-the-ice through traffic and stepped right out in front of me. He never broke step, but shook a fist at my car and yelled "Heads up!" at me as I came to an abrupt stop. I'm afraid I may have uttered something less than complimentary in return as I got underway.
City blocks aren't that big. Flesh and bone isn't that strong. Play dodgem with a ton or more of moving steel, or walk to the damn light and wait? It seems like simple math.
Some people don't want to work it out except in person. Besides, you wouldn't dare hit them, would you?
Sure wouldn't want to, mister -- but if I'd still been driving my old car, we might've both had a much worse evening, and not for any lack of trying to avoid it on my part.
Have a nice day.
3 months ago