I wonder what percentage of pedestrians crossing wherever they please really struggle to reach a crosswalk, and what percentage simply don’t care about the consequences. I recently read Confessions of a Bowling Pin, Anton Buslov’s excellent post about crosswalks from the perspective of someone who is ill. But I still struggle to believe that all these well-fed people, who are hardly old, are too worn out to make it to the crossing.

It’s not so bad for me: on a bike, I can swerve easily and stop quickly. But I hate to think what it’s like for drivers and motorcyclists.