It’s almost as though our cars are out to kill us.
Not to be paranoid or anything.
But it is a fact that while fewer people who encase themselves inside rolling steel cocoons are getting killed on the road, more people who do not enjoy such armored protection are perishing.
Which raises a public safety question.
Shouldn’t there at the very least be a bag limit on cyclists and pedestrians?
Why this is happening? There are clues.
Perhaps it’s because we lust for ever bigger, ever faster, ever more deadly cars.
But let’s not jump to conclusions.
And the irony is that every time we try to slow cars down in the interest of saving the the lives of cyclists, pedestrians, children and other living things, the backlash ramps up: We are waging a “war on cars.”
Pity the hapless victims of traffic calming. For they must periodically slow and even stop.
Lest they suffer the wrath of Big Brother. The Deep State.
Crosswalk art is beginning to be a thing. To liven the urban environment and hopefully to catch the eye of distracted, heavy footed drivers.
But traffic engineers say crosswalk art has the “potential to compromise pedestrian and motorist safety.” Too confusing.
Nothing confusing about this though.
But there is no confusion here. The cause and effect is crystal clear.
As a society we have decided that 36,560 deaths a year are simply the price we willing to pay to preserve our freedom of the road.
It is the price we pay for autoAmerican anarchy.
