... not really a tram but let's leave that be.
Today a man was hit by a tram, in Haymarket. I don't want to come across as a hard-hearted bitch but that's the stop where I catch my ride home, and I can guess exactly how that accident happened. It's been waiting to happen for years.
Despite the tram ringing it's bell and honking it's horn, all along that section of road, people just cross in droves. Young, old, infirm, pushing prams, dragging children or suitcases on wheels. Nobody looks, everybody expects to make it, or thinks the tram will somehow manage to stop in time.
No, I wasn't there to witness the accident, but I'd put money down in a bet the driver was completely faultless.
Tuesday, July 14
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Kerching, you're so right. They wander on to the tramlines then sprint to get across. DER! I've marvelled for years how it's possible that no one got splattered before this. I hope the poor fellow is OK but I too suspect the driver was not at fault. They have the collective patience of saints those drivers.
Isn't it chilling when an accident happens in your orbit? I made my husband quit riding his bike because some guy on a bike got hit (badly) by a car near our house.
Wait. You have trams in Sydney?
Caw- yep, it's the poor driver I feel sorry for.
Cookie, I got rid of the bikes for the same reason, the number of folk hit near us is chilling indeed.
Stomper, no, not really, they are called "trams" but it's a light rail, a wee train. Not like lovely Melbourne's trams.
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