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Monday, 30 March 2020

Ride the Winds of Change

Pelican Crossings can Kill

 Ride the Winds of Change: at any Pelican crossing. The lights are go, cars free to move. But you see too late, they've not started moving. Happened to me astride my 500cc A7 Beezer. See the graphic shot of such a life threatening moment; courtesy of Derby Telegraph, not a few hundred yards, from my own front door a few days later.
          


                                         

                                            

 Problem was; when I tried to do something about it no one wanted to know: 

Firstly: I tried the traffic management  at  my  Local City Council. I suggested some kind of warning sign should  be  posted. Forget  it they said,  with some total inane excuse  which to all intent and purpose amounted to a fob-off.
  
   Secondly: I canvassed  a  local  MP. Who just happened  to be  the Minster of Transport in Parliament. But he shuffled  it  off  to some jobsworths at  his  Ministry and it  was  soon lost  in another mysterious fob-off.

  Thirdly: I tried the traffic management the County Council who run this annual thing with the roadside posters ~Think Bike ~ plastered everywhere and they didn’t even respond. 
  
Forthly: Next I tried to interest the reporter responsible for the front page, shown above.  He agreed to make time, but never came back to me.

 So in the hiatus caused by this virus thingy; by way of occupying myself, with things needing time to play catchup, I prepared this blog. I’d been to Freedom of Information to check if similar accidents had occurred in any kind of pattern on Pelican Crossings. But they don’t separate out accidents on Crossings they just get lumped in with general road accident statistics.
  Here: you run into the situation where it costs an arm and a leg, if you wish to pursue the separation of the statistics and there it rests. But being a persistent Barsteward I just keep plugging and anytime soon. Maybe if there is another horrific accident; where a pile of cars finish up in someone’s front room, as a few kids innocently playing snakes and ladders or monopoly are flattened ~ who knows?    


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