I had another one of those moments the other day.
I recently moved back to Indiana after living in California for thirteen years. As you can imagine, quite a few things are different. I ran smack dab into one of those things.
I was out test driving a car when I came across a family of bicyclists waiting at a street corner to cross the road. At a crosswalk no less.
Californians will see nothing wrong with my next move.
That’s what you do when there is a crosswalk and people present. You stop and wait for them to safely cross.
Only I waited. And waited. And watched car after car whiz by from the other direction. No one was stopping.
“Why isn’t anyone stopping for them to cross?!”
A car behind me honked. The father figure bicyclist waved me on.
“Clearly, the law is different in Indiana, and it’s going to take some getting used to.”
I drove on. Feeling very odd. And somewhat bereft as I left the bicyclists waiting at the crosswalk. And as I figuratively left the pedestrian-friendly laws of California behind.
Note to self: Do not step out into a crosswalk expecting traffic to stop for you. In Indiana it won’t. Instead, you risk joining the ranks of roadkill on a lonely Hoosier street.
Let’s see how long I stay alive in the wild west of crosswalks in Indiana.