The Bike Lane. A strip of tarmac clearly defined from the footpath by a raised solid white line and further delineated by a a regular spacing of green painted squares with bike symbols and on the footpath side red squares with pedestrian icons.
The Pedestrian. More than 57 varieties of people for sure. Different in every case, friends and foes, from the streetwise to the green. A friend of mine once was hit by a bus he walked out in front of. Didn’t look where he was going and wound up waking in a hospital ward not remembering a thing.
The Bell. Fitted to the handlebars on the commuting bike. Sometimes you ring it and it works in reminding people that they’re in the wrong place or that you’re approaching from behind them. Sometimes it doesn’t. The cheery ‘ping, ping’ reverberating off the walls of the underpass seems to fall on attentive, but not dozy ears.
The End. My patience draws nearer to it everyday. One day soon someone is going to come to a sticky conclusion.
The Bike Lane Pedestrian Bell End. A combination of all of the above.