I was on my bicycle yesterday and I came to an intersection with a red light.
Before being hit by the taxi, when I was biking around town I would routinely sail through red lights and stop signs if I didn’t see anyone coming (well, full disclosure: even if I saw someone coming, if I judged I could sail through the intersection before they got there, I would). Post-taxi, I honor every red light and stop sign.
So here I am, facing a red light, at a completely quiet intersection, no one coming in any direction. The light says “Stop!”, and stop I do. Suddenly, I feel