Originally Posted by
mamaschwich
The other night, I had to stop myself from driving through a stoplight that was red. I had stopped, looked both ways, waited the customary dead-red time, then started to drive through it... whoops... not a stop sign, silly, a stop LIGHT, I told myself. For the rest of the trip, I was all panicky- trying to remember the rules for driving car-style.
Sunday afternoon I drove and came to a stop light close to the house that I know wont activate with my bike, so I Idaho stopped and moved on before I realized I just ran a red light in the truck.