When crossing the street on the Berkeley campus, I often become rather anxious. I am not worried about being hit by a car—the motorists seem to have discovered that attempting to get anywhere in a hurry is futile since the roads are full of students walking to classes and go very slowly, if at all, during the ten minutes between classes. My concern is cyclists.
Cyclists are everywhere, always trying weave through dense crowds of people at high speeds, often in pedestrian-only zones. I almost feel them on this one—people really ought to stick to the sidewalks. But what really irritates me is that they don’t stop at crosswalks. Oh my God, it’s not that complicated: apply your handbrakes until you slow to a stop. Even if you slowed down at all, it would be an improvement. But it’s a rather unpleasant experience, attempting to cross a street when you know that a cyclist could come whizzing around a corner or down a hill at any moment and run you over. So cyclists: follow traffic laws, or I’ll get a big stick and jam it through your spokes while you’re going through the crosswalk at twenty miles an hour. That’ll show you.