Pedestrians Rule

I must admit, I underestimated the power of the blog.

Yesterday I posted a whine-atorial about the rain. I had written it the night before, while it was pouring on us for the seventh straight day. Before the blog hit the air, the rain let up and we had a super spectacular sunny day!

Man! Had I known I had that kind of pull, I would have blogged about winning the Canadian National Lottery! Go figure…

Speaking of going and figuring, I’m having the hardest time figuring out Canadian pedestrians. These folks will walk out in front of a vehicle, without warning, and more alarming, without care. We’ve had several instances where someone decided it was time to cross the road right now, right in front of us. Forcing us into a kiss-the-windshield-front-bumper-scraping stop. You know, the kind of stop that eats up about 20 percent your brake pads. These folks come within inches of death, nearly causing multiple car pileups, and, they don’t even acknowledge you. It’s as if to say ‘I’m going where I’m going, when I want to go there, and you will watch out for me!’ If someone tried that in Anchorage, I’ll tell you where they’d be going… they’d be going about 30 feet into the air!

It’s like a bizzaro-backwards world here, pedestrians rule the road, cars fear them.
In Anchorage, it’s just the opposite. Pedestrians know how easy it is to become a hood ornament. Heck, in Anchorage sometimes pedestrians are not even safe on the sidewalk!

In a way, I almost admire the Canadian pedestrian’s courage. They’re confident you’re looking out for them. They’re confident they’re bullet proof. I want confidence like that. On the other hand, I also want to grow old.

Nope, you’ll never see me stepping out into traffic like the Canadians. I know I used up all my good luck blog-whining about the weather.

-Carp