Car
crashes determine road planning. Mr Toad crashed into trees and ponds,
surviving innocently. It is not May 1907. Tearaway boys in May 1957 raced to
beat others across an intersection, without success. Red lights give the green
light to hotheads and short-attention-spans. Proliferation of roundabouts is no
accident. But human cunning finds its way around about. Double-jinkers cut straight
over an untreed roundabout, the bend too awkward. Absentminded motorists cruise
right toward the vanishing point in the middle distance. Hoons, licensed in May
2007, drive too fast at midnight twenty-five times, the wrong way. Circular
thinking! Ratty would despair.
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