Why I need to get out of the city
On this morning’s run, I saw two different cars running red lights. This isn’t remarkable in and of itself; after all, around here the unwritten rule is, green means go, red means go a little faster.
It’s that both cars were running red lights across crosswalks where I had a nice, clear “Walk” signal and was about to run across. And when I say, “Running red lights,” I don’t mean treating them as stop signs; I mean treating them as green lights.
So yeah, that’s you, the guy in the dark green Jeep going east on Lawrence at the corner of Governor’s Ave (conveniently close to the hospital) and you, too, the lady woman in the white Toyota turning right off the Alewife Brook Parkway at Winthrop street. You might have been in a hurry, but stopping for the red light (and the pedestrians you’re required by law to yield to) is less likely to make you later than having one of them sprawled across your hood.
Because if I keep running in this city, sooner or later I’m going to wind up as someone’s hood ornament. A’s been clipped once already. I’d rather go back somewhere where venturing out on the roads didn’t mean taking your life in your hands.
Now Playing: The Bell And The Butterfly from Wonderland by The Charlatans
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(BTW - I don’t mean to imply that these characters shouldn’t have stopped for you, or shouldn’t have looked for pedestrians. I just suspect it might be more dangerous for runners/pedestrians because I’m guessing they’re often where drivers don’t think to look. Although, obviously, a crossing area is a place where any normal person would expect to see a pedestrian or two. Duh.)
Posted by: Scoplaw | July 23, 2007 3:50 PM
Posted by: Andy | July 25, 2007 9:25 AM