As I’m preparing to cross 138th Street and Bruckner Boulevard – a massive, six-lane intersection that features a near constant flow of diesel trucks and delivery vans – I see, heading toward me in the pedestrian lane, what appears to be a toddler driving a miniature Jeep. The shopping cart-sized vehicle must be electric, for it’s moving in jerky motions under its own power. Its driver is sporting a pacifier and hair tied up in neat, pink bows. Several people are walking in close proximity to the Jeep, and I’m stunned that none of them is intervening to put an end to this ludicrously dangerous situation. Meanwhile trucks barrel down the boulevard, horns blasting, cars edge into opposing traffic attempting last-minute turns. How has the Jeep even made it this far? The light changes and I enter the intersection in the direction of the Jeep. Should I do something? The Jeep starts forward too, its pint-sized driver steering earnestly. As I grow closer, I notice that a woman walking a few feet behind the Jeep is holding a device in her hands, which she manipulates casually, without looking down. A remote control…