My side of the road
I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the madness of it. Decent people of all ages are throwing themselves in the firing line. Have you ever seen anything like the number of pedestrians dashing across roads mere seconds from the front and rear bumpers? I haven't and I'm a long time on the roads now.
They spring, oblivious of the danger, from the footpath, the central media of the Stillorgan carriageway, the packed sidewalks of Georges Street, the cul-de-sac of suburbia.
They wear ordinary clothes, which by their nature are dark, and they seem to only come out at dusk or night so the chances of you seeing them are greatly reduced. A few used to do it. Now there are streams of them. I find it terrifying. I really do. I know we can all sometimes overstate things, but I promise you that is not the case.
I don't have a solution. I know and understand how people are rushing for buses, or to get out of the rain, or cold. The truly frightening thing is how so many of them show such disregard for life and limb.
They pay more attention to their mobile-phone conversations as they skip and dodge than they do to the real threat of an oncoming vehicle. It is almost as if they are daring the driver. Strong words, I admit, but that is how I feel. Have they any idea of what can happen on a busy road as they run the gauntlet?
Have you ideas on how to end this madness?