Bad luck or good luck?

[cjsmith]

I almost got creamed a few minutes ago by a guy in a white truck running a red light. (According to one of my friendsfriends I am more at fault than someone who runs red lights, because he hates women who put on makeup in cars. (Note that I was not, nor have I ever, put on makeup while driving a car.) But that's neither here nor there.) Because the timing was just right, or because when he leaned on the horn he ALSO hit the brakes, or whatever, he didn't actually hit me. It was very close and then he was gone, zooming off to make a left onto Central.

Bad luck to encounter him at all, or good luck to be spared a new car purchase and probable injury?

Sorta like the time I inhaled a bee but didn't get stung.

I'm still a little shaky.

Comments

[karenbynight.livejournal.com]

The degree to which people run red lights in this city seems to me to be going up, and is quite scary. Every time I run a yellow light and then think, that was dumb; I'll do better next time, I look in my rear-view and see a car who trailed me through it.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Traffic planners will often adjust the lag time between one light going red and a conflicting one going green for this sort of thing, but I suspect the drivers simply adjust their behavior in turn. In Boston (at least when I lived there) people count multiple cars through the red before they decide to stop. My boss at Saber got a ticket once for being number seven.

[jcgbigler.livejournal.com]

I remember once being stopped for being number four. The cop took my license & registration, and after 5 minutes, came back and said, "OK. Everybody who saw you is gone. Slow down and don't run any more red lights." And gave me back my license & registration and sent me on my merry way.

[cjsmith.livejournal.com]

Oh my! That's great! It reminds me of the assertion in the Boston Driver's Handbook that it is impossible to get a moving violation in Boston.