By Kelsey Boyle | firstname.lastname@example.org
I experience the frustration of waiting for speeding vehicles to come to a stop for me in a designated pedestrian crosswalk on a weekly basis. It doesn’t matter if I have only a skateboard in my hand, or a bicycle on my left and my rabid pit-boxer mix leashed to the right. Certainly, I am not the only beachgoer who waits anxiously with arms full as cars hastily speed by on A1A in St. Augustine Beach.
Or any pedestrian crosswalk, for that matter.