OK. So here in Jersey there is a "safe route to school" policy, which is essentially all about there are safe access routes for kids to walk to school.
This is a great idea.
Recently some part-time 20 mph speed zones were introduced outside a few of the schools. Despite my inclination to dislike the lowering of speed limits in general, I grudgingly agree with this too.
What is slightly mad, is that one of the roads to which these part-time limits (well signposted, incidentally) apply.. does not have a pavement.
Priorities, people!
Showing posts with label roads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label roads. Show all posts
Wednesday, 5 November 2008
Saturday, 14 July 2007
Its "ROAD safety", not "CAR safety"..
Damnit.
Why is it that when people get hurt on the roads, motorists always take the brunt of the blame? If pedestrians and cyclists DO NOT EVEN LOOK for danger before crossing, surely they should be educated too?
If I walk into a truck and get splattered, it's got to be partly my fault, hasn't it?
Luckily, I scan left/right when entering a junction, even when my light is green. Otherwise I would have utterly creamed a cyclist today when he declared "red lights are now green for me, 'cos I am a cyclist" and cut straight through a red light, across my nose, and turned right, going through another moving lane of traffic.
It should be legal to bump cyclists who ignore the rules of the road. Rules of the damn road, pedal boy! Not-rules-for-cars-on-the-road!
The guy in question works at ASDA in Portsmouth and is quite chubby (and was clearly on his way to work). I wonder if the message he's trying to send out is "ASDA: A thoughtless, rude, ignorant bunch of nobbers" .. ?
Why is it that when people get hurt on the roads, motorists always take the brunt of the blame? If pedestrians and cyclists DO NOT EVEN LOOK for danger before crossing, surely they should be educated too?
If I walk into a truck and get splattered, it's got to be partly my fault, hasn't it?
Luckily, I scan left/right when entering a junction, even when my light is green. Otherwise I would have utterly creamed a cyclist today when he declared "red lights are now green for me, 'cos I am a cyclist" and cut straight through a red light, across my nose, and turned right, going through another moving lane of traffic.
It should be legal to bump cyclists who ignore the rules of the road. Rules of the damn road, pedal boy! Not-rules-for-cars-on-the-road!
The guy in question works at ASDA in Portsmouth and is quite chubby (and was clearly on his way to work). I wonder if the message he's trying to send out is "ASDA: A thoughtless, rude, ignorant bunch of nobbers" .. ?
Friday, 5 January 2007
Do you want to die?
Next time you cross the road, ask yourself this question:
Is today a good day to die?
If the answer is "no" then I suggest you use a crossing, or open your eyes and do not employ what appears to be a standard tactic for under-60s these days; The "I'll just walk blindly accross the road - the cars will stop for me" code, rather than the old favourite - Mr Green Cross.
One of these days, I won't stop.
Is today a good day to die?
If the answer is "no" then I suggest you use a crossing, or open your eyes and do not employ what appears to be a standard tactic for under-60s these days; The "I'll just walk blindly accross the road - the cars will stop for me" code, rather than the old favourite - Mr Green Cross.
One of these days, I won't stop.
Wednesday, 13 December 2006
Maybe I took the wrong driving test..
I really do wonder if I may have inadvertantly taken the wrong driving test. Perhaps there is another one which I should have taken. You know. The one where they make sure that you undertake, abuse double yellow lines and generally behave like a first class nobber.
Today's shout-out for ridiculously bad driving goes to:
The Audi A6 whose driver didn't seem to comprehend that simply driving at my rear right quarter as fast as possible while we were going through a junction would not mean him getting in front of me. It did nearly involve him ending up in my back seat, but that would have, quite frankly, served him right.
The painted-up-to-the-nines Subaru Impreza whose owner decided he didn't like the traffic on his way to work (he actually ended up parking just in-front of me at the same building). He solved this by using the other (oncoming) side of the road for a good 300-400 yards. Not a bit of it. Not half of it. All of it.
The two utter twats who "parked" their delivery lorries (fully) in the left hand lane of a two-lane road. Ignoring the double yellow lines, because they needed to drop off some dog food or something to a corner shop.
And last, but not least, the 14 year old mum whose technique of crossing roads is slightly different to "stop, look, listen". Like so many other loving mothers, she relies on the "Thrust pram into road. Wait for screeching sound of brakes to stop. Cross road as slowly as possible."
We should overthrow the government and organize a cull. You know it makes sense.
Today's shout-out for ridiculously bad driving goes to:
The Audi A6 whose driver didn't seem to comprehend that simply driving at my rear right quarter as fast as possible while we were going through a junction would not mean him getting in front of me. It did nearly involve him ending up in my back seat, but that would have, quite frankly, served him right.
The painted-up-to-the-nines Subaru Impreza whose owner decided he didn't like the traffic on his way to work (he actually ended up parking just in-front of me at the same building). He solved this by using the other (oncoming) side of the road for a good 300-400 yards. Not a bit of it. Not half of it. All of it.
The two utter twats who "parked" their delivery lorries (fully) in the left hand lane of a two-lane road. Ignoring the double yellow lines, because they needed to drop off some dog food or something to a corner shop.
And last, but not least, the 14 year old mum whose technique of crossing roads is slightly different to "stop, look, listen". Like so many other loving mothers, she relies on the "Thrust pram into road. Wait for screeching sound of brakes to stop. Cross road as slowly as possible."
We should overthrow the government and organize a cull. You know it makes sense.
Monday, 11 December 2006
Is driving really that hard?
Oh well. I made it to about 8:20ish without being irritated by something enough to write it down.
On my way to work is a 3-way traffic lighted junction. In my direction of travel, there are two lanes - the left one for "straight ahead" and the right one for "turn right only". They are clearly marked.
Straight over (the way I go), the road opens out into two more lanes, both of which go ahead (and merge) at the next junction.
Imagine my surprise (perhaps "fury" is a better word than surprise) when I moved to overtake a cyclist just after the first junction, having gone straight ahead, and discovered a car overtaking me (having ignored the various "turn right only" signs) at about 40-50 mph. In a 30 mph zone. Through a speed camera. Nobber.
Bad enough, but then, as I moved over into the right hand lane to get around the cyclist, and through the next set of traffic lights, I checked my mirror to move left, and noticed another, different car, doing more or less the same thing, just a little bit slower, and this time undertaking me. Nobber.
Ironically one of these nobbers was a woman, and the other a man - therefore I can happily say that today (at least), the sexes are equally crap at driving.
On my way to work is a 3-way traffic lighted junction. In my direction of travel, there are two lanes - the left one for "straight ahead" and the right one for "turn right only". They are clearly marked.
Straight over (the way I go), the road opens out into two more lanes, both of which go ahead (and merge) at the next junction.
Imagine my surprise (perhaps "fury" is a better word than surprise) when I moved to overtake a cyclist just after the first junction, having gone straight ahead, and discovered a car overtaking me (having ignored the various "turn right only" signs) at about 40-50 mph. In a 30 mph zone. Through a speed camera. Nobber.
Bad enough, but then, as I moved over into the right hand lane to get around the cyclist, and through the next set of traffic lights, I checked my mirror to move left, and noticed another, different car, doing more or less the same thing, just a little bit slower, and this time undertaking me. Nobber.
Ironically one of these nobbers was a woman, and the other a man - therefore I can happily say that today (at least), the sexes are equally crap at driving.
Saturday, 9 December 2006
Double Yellow Lines
Yes. Double Yellow Lines. The capital letters are deserved. They are there for good reasons (well, most of them).
My drive to/from the office is frequently lengthened by wonderful individuals (either works vehicles, white van-esque types or mercs, bmws and the like), who seem to have 'selective blindness' when it comes to straight yellow markings on the road.
The temptation to ram them is growing on a daily basis. I should probably do something about that, really.
I don't CARE how BADLY you need a mars bar or 20 marlboro lights - park properly like the rest of us.
And for gods sake, if you're going to cycle, either behave like a car or a pedestrian - not some strange cross-breed. If you don't signal and someone hits you, it's going to hurt. I'll do my best to ensure that it's not me who ends up peeling you off his windscreen, but no guarantees!
My drive to/from the office is frequently lengthened by wonderful individuals (either works vehicles, white van-esque types or mercs, bmws and the like), who seem to have 'selective blindness' when it comes to straight yellow markings on the road.
The temptation to ram them is growing on a daily basis. I should probably do something about that, really.
I don't CARE how BADLY you need a mars bar or 20 marlboro lights - park properly like the rest of us.
And for gods sake, if you're going to cycle, either behave like a car or a pedestrian - not some strange cross-breed. If you don't signal and someone hits you, it's going to hurt. I'll do my best to ensure that it's not me who ends up peeling you off his windscreen, but no guarantees!
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