I’m not used to cars running red lights just after they’ve turned red. Twelve years living in the Lower Garden District I suppose is why. Slower pace in small neighborhoods? Small intersections? Closer to home; less of a hurry? I do not know.
I am remembering now that I don’t live and work in a small, close area and “runners” are prevalent. I’d gotten used seeing GREEN and twisting my scooter’s throttle and VROOM(!) zipping off before the car next to me can even get going.
Now… *sad face* I pause.
“An-tici-pation” (Dr. Frank N. Furt, Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975
Anticipation of the negligent, impatient, selfish, non-thinking person who presses the gas in risk and defiance because they haven’t the patience to sit through that light again(!).
I had forgotten how selfish drivers while sitting in traffic can become.
“An-tici-pation” is my brain’s new mantra. It has whispered this often lately, in the voice of Dr. Frank N. Furt of course, on my commute to and from work. (The new commute is MUCH longer than it used to be, I’m still experimenting with variations.)
– When I sense a car is looking to move over into my lane by getting JUST enough ahead and NOT using their turn signal.
I slow down to get away from the lawless bastard. Just before doing so I remind myself the armored jacket I’m wearing is not the same protection as being inside a car and I pull the brakes gently. Occasionally they surprise me by doing it right, but when they don’t… KNOW THIS ALL OF YOU THOUGHTLESS BASTARDS, I am scowling at you from inside my full face helmet as I lay on my horn (and see you glance into the rearview mirror probably wondering what that noise is). It’s the only message I can send while restraining a “traffic vigilante” tendency. [footnote 1]
– Waiting a moment instead of zooming off right when I see my light turn green. Because too often a car zooms through even though my light is now green. *sigh*
I not only pause, but in large intersections, pause until the car next to me moves forward so that I cross with them. Using them as a shield, or really, just something large and more visible than I am. This is much less fun, but I like me, so I do it.
When I sense or do these things, my brain whispers “an-tici-pation”, I smile because of the reference, but essentially it is my brain’s calm way of patting me on the back saying, “good job, good job”.
motorcyclists, scooterists, bicyclists are like Jedi Knights, clairvoyants, or… any responsible person who not only read their drivers manual so long ago, but remembers some of it!
Yay, responsible drivers of all kinds.
May the force be with you,
 Occasionally I have (when pulling up behind at a light a moment later) given them a quick “tut-tut”, then I ignore them. Just a quick shake of my finger and head is all that is needed, as if silently scolding a child. I don’t mind if they pretend to not have seen me shake my head at them, but I know they see me in the mirror, I can see their eyes when I do it. (Note: I also know I am a female on a scooter, which may be more likely to induce guilt than arrogant driver irritation.)
I hope that maybe, just MAY-BE, my harmless little reprimand might stick and keep them from automatically doing the same thing the next time they see a scooterist, motorcycle, or bicyclist on the road.