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April 10 6: Taking stock of the event—one of the few focused on walking, which gets scant attention at traffic safety conferences—he wondered about that inescapable word: That approaching figure would simply be a person.
Pedestrian is a word born from opposition to other modes of travel; the Latin pedester, on foot, gained currency by its semantic tension with equester, on horse.
But there is an implied—indeed, synonymous—pejorative. This dates from Ancient Greece. To this day, Ronkin was intimating, the word pedestrian bears not only that slightly alien whiff, but the scars of condescension. This became clear as we walked later that evening through the historic center of Savannah.
As we moved through the squares, our rambling trajectory matched by our expansive conversation, we were simply people doing that most human of things, walking. But every once in a while, we would encounter a busy thoroughfare, and we became pedestrians.
We lurked under ridiculously large retroreflective signs, built not at our scale, but to be seen by those moving at a distance and at speed. Other signs reinforced the message, starkly announcing: Simply by going out for a walk, I had become a strange being, studied by engineers, inhabiting environments whose physical features are determined by a rulebook-enshrined average 3 foot-per-second walking speed, my rights codified by signs.
Why not just write: On those same signs in Savannah were often attached additional signs, advising drivers not to give to panhandlers and to call if physically intimidatedsubtly equating walking with being exposed to an urban menace—or perhaps being the menace.
Having taken all this information in, we would gingerly step into the marked crosswalk, that declaration of rights in paint, and try to gauge whether approaching vehicles would yield. They typically did not. Which is what walking in America has become: An act dwelling in the margins, an almost hidden narrative running beneath the main vehicular text.
Indeed, the semantics of the term pedestrian would be a mere curiosity, but for one fact: America is a country that has forgotten how to walk. To decry these facts—to examine, as I will in this series, how Americans might start walking more again— may seem like a hopelessly retrograde, romantic exercise: But the need is urgent.
The decline of walking has become a full-blown public health nightmare. Where a child in Britain, according to one study, takes 12, to 16, steps per day, a similar U. Why do we walk so comparatively little? The first answer is one that applies virtually everywhere in the modern world: As with many forms of physical activity, walking has been engineered out of existence.
With an eye toward the proverbial grandfather who regales us with tales of walking five miles to school in the snow, this makes instinctive sense.
But how do we know how much people used to walk? There were no 18th-century pedometer studies. Advertisement There are, however, proxies. Equipping a Canadian group of Old Order Amish—who work in labor-intensive farming—with pedometers, the researchers found walking levels on the order of 18, steps per day not to mention comparatively low obesity rates.
And a study by Gary Egger, et al. The re-enactors were 1. Carlin Robinson, 12, walks from her grandmother's car to the school bus inManchester, Ky. Her house can be seen in the background.
A study published ininvestigating high obesity rates in the town found that residents used cars to minimize walking distance, to the detriment of their health. If walking is a casualty of modern life the world over—the historian Joe Moran estimates, for instance, that in the last quarter century in the U.
Here we need to look not at pedometers, but at the odometer: We drive more than anyone else in the world. In America a pedestrian is someone who has just parked their car. Statistics on walking are more elusive than those on driving, but from the latter one might infer the former: The National Household Travel Survey shows that the number of vehicle trips a person took and the miles they traveled per day rose from 2.It is the middle of the night, and there is something very wrong in my apartment.
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