Red Light Reflex
U/Cutter9792: “Pittsburgh driving. At a red light, I halt. On my left is a hill, while on my right is a downward. Visibility to the left is poor. Though my head tells me to wait a moment, the light turns green. Though it seems a little strange, I haven’t gone yet.
Moments afterward, a huge F-350 in navy blue rushes through the intersection on my left, crossing the red light at around 45 degrees before going down the hill. Three tons of Ford trucks would have demolished me if I had left. Rather, I relied on my spider sense.”
