I was young once, had a car, lived in the burbs and drove like a maniac—listening to your music in your private space/auto-cocoon. Couldn’t get where I was goin

I was young once, had a car, lived in the burbs and drove like a maniac—listening to your music in your private space/auto-cocoon. Couldn’t get where I was going fast enough. Then I bought a motorcycle. Took the CHP approved two-day driving class. It made me a better driver. But I was still in a rush. Now I live outside of NYC. No car. No motorcycle. I walk or take taxis. In the burbs, people drive just as you describe. No awareness of pedestrians. Most people don’t obey right of way. And 9 out of ten drivers drive in excess of the speed limit—even in residential. It’s interesting to note. On the South Shore of Long Island there are more pedestrian deaths than where I live in the North Shore. The roads are much wider and laid out more on the grid on the South Shore. I guess it gives the careless driver the illusion of safer conditions for their recklessness.