I nearly creamed two LOLs (little old ladies) this afternoon at 5 mph (separate occasions). They were both walking in the middle of the street in our neighborhood, which does not even have sidewalks in some places and is generally plowed to 1.5 car widths. Fair enough -- I can understand not wanting to wade through 2+ feet of snow for your whole trip. But MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! Both LOLs were walking towards me (and could see me; it was light but not bright and sunny), and neither looked feeble or unsteady. They must have seen my car but they kept walking in the middle of the street. I guess they were waiting for me to magically leap over them with my car, or maybe just careen into the ditch so that they could continue their walks uninterrupted (did I mention that this was nowhere near any kind of commercial district, so this flirting with vehicular suicide was purely recreational?). I kept slowing down and waiting for them to move to the side or step into someone's driveway, but I had to practically stop to avoid hitting them before they finally meandered out of the way.
There were some super-brilliant drivers, too, but none who seemed quite so eager to qualify for the Darwin Awards.
Now that I have everything I need, let it snow! Yes, I'm still 12. In so many ways.