We drive around a lot. Doing errands, shopping, visiting; it's just how we have to get about as a family unit; in the Saab. We have a ten year old Saab 9000, it's a big car by UK standards, and a bigish medium sized car by USA standards. It's also red. You would think that, having a big, red car would make people take notice of you, they would say things like, "Oh look a big red car is coming, I should wait to cross the street." or "Hey, a big red car driving faster than me, I'll wait until they pass before I pull in and drive in the three mile wake behind them." But no. They cross, or they cut us off.
This weekend in particular, I'm concerned that on some website, some dusty abandoned building, a cult of geriatrics, gaining in numbers only due to baby-boomer statistics, have decided to commit suicide by walking in front of our car. The Hubs was pounding on the brakes and horn all weekend. Old people wandering into busy streets, when there was a pedestrian crossing not ten feet away, walking behind the car as we are exiting a parking space. They were like squirrels, walking halfway across the road, they see our car and scurry back to the same sidewalk, rather than continue on - ambling about with canes and walkers grumbling underbreath; "Damn, missed a bonnet bounce there; next time. Aye, next time for sure."
Little kids, when they try and cross the street will be over-cautious. They look both ways about a dozen times, they run at high speed and then thank their lucky stars they made it to the other side alive. We as parents have beaten the fear of traffic into them, for their own good. Old people dawdle about and suddenly find themselves in the middle of traffic. "Oh my, how'd that happen. Damned cars in the middle of the of the sidewalk again." and they always look at us as if it's our fault! They must know better - I mean they were around when the crosswalk was invented. Didn't their parents teach them better?
If you ask them, they wist about how busy we young folks are, how we don't take the time to enjoy life and the beauty around us. Well that's because we work, raise kids and have non-stop general mayhem - don't you remember? And, we do take the time to enjoy the beautiful and good, just not in the middle of a five lane intersection.
I can't imagine I'll be like that, I won't be so ignorant as to think my age and experince supersedes my (vulner)ability to be killed by a big car. That my overflowing appreciation for the beauty of the world would cause another person to get a big hike in car insurance after they trounced my ass.
And should we comment on the old people who drive, shall we - oh yes. Why do you drive at 35mph on a 70mph highway? Why? You are a hazard, an obstacle, a bloodclot in the main artery of modern progression. Get the hell off the roads if you can't follow the rules. Stay home and watch game shows, wait for the old-folks free bus and sell the car. Just stop trying. 25mph in a 50 zone of excellent twisty roads simply denies us the joy of driving. Why do you old folks become so self-aware when you have a big metal box around you, but will run into traffic with naught but a cane to protect you? It's insane.
The world will not slow down for you, speed up or get off the ride.