Originally Posted by
loimpact
My town is cursed.
Every downhill within our borders, it seems, is accented with an intersection at its base whose traffic light knows when cyclists are approaching (especially me) and rushes to turn red so as to cease all momentum & thwart any efforts invested prior.
I'm pretty sure I've heard laughter coming from under the light pole. (tax payer-sponsored city employees, for sure)
Yes there is evil like that in the world, just like those red "yield" signs out in the country that are located where sight lines make it prudent to nearly stop before proceeding :-), this forces one to accelerate briskly to make the tires sing again with that magic sound of high velocity traverse :-)