I have spoken before of the criminally stupid installation of the two new road crossings in our pleasant little town and do so again.
Consider: Press the button and wait for the yellow light. And where is the yellow light? Twenty feet above the pedestrian and facing not the pedestrian, but the oncoming motorist. So we must trust that the oncoming motorist from either side see the light.
But suppose the oncoming motorist has not looked skyward at that critical moment, possible due to fatigue or driving under the influence of a nagging wife, while I, assuming that all is well, am ambling across on my 87-year-old creaky legs?
The resulting collision would be, to say the least, spectacular — and painful.