Letter: Drivers have a bad record of not stopping at intersections

Thursday, June 25, 1998 | 11:47 a.m.

This morning I had the misfortune of carrying the body of a small dog out of the middle of Lake Mead Boulevard. Walking north, I crossed the east-bound lane with no problem. When I got to the left turn lane and picked up the dog, the car in the next lane stopped for me.

Two other cars, about 100 feet behind the car that stopped for me, just pulled to the right and passed the waiting car. Fortunately I've been crossing this intersection for more then nine years.

So I stood where I was while the leadfooted SOBs went by at full throttle, missing me by about four feet. I was in an intersection, although it was an unmarked crosswalk.

This proves that a crosswalk, marked or otherwise, is a joke in Las Vegas. The leadfooted SOBs that drive Lake Mead Boulevard have no respect for anybody, including themselves.

There are times some drivers will try to stop for me, but I wave them through because it's suicidal to think that the oncoming cars are going to stop.

Richard H. Everding