Bob Jones in his usual blunt and forthright manner points out eh lunacy of coroners and councils.
Two years ago, while running along a busy Wellington street, a 40-year-old jogger shot into the road and was killed by a bus, this lapse confirmed by witnesses. Bureaucratic insanity then ensued.
But first; why did she, and coincidentally some other central city joggers at the time, do this? The reason was that they were fallible human beings, not robots, and when jogging it’s easy to slip into a rhythmic induced detachment. There’s a word for such phenomena. It’s called an accident. The Oxford dictionary defines accident as “an event without apparent cause or unexpected, an unintentional act, chance and misfortune causing injury”, normal human behaviour.
Unfortunately, normal human behaviour deeply offends the ubiquitous, usually bearded busybodies who are such a blight on modern society. That weird one-off spate of Wellington suicidal joggers spawned a ludicrous proposal from the council’s wets to reduce the CBD speed limit to 30km/h.
As my company owns the most CBD buildings, the council solicited our view as an affected party. I replied explaining Darwinian principles and suggested that instead of their regressive proposal, for the enhancement of the gene pool, lift the CBD speed limit to 80km/h.
One suspects the beards would prefer every vehicle was preceded by someone walking ahead bearing a white flag. Fortunately that 30km/h idiocy was dropped.