A friend of my wife's lived in a small town in Vermont. Sometimes, she would be stopped at a red at an intersection late at night where she could clearly see that no one was coming. She would run the light and put her fist out the window and say "power to the people," because to her this was a victory over a machine that arbitrarily made her stop for no good reason.

One day they installed cameras and she didn't know. Then she went to Africa for some reason. While she was there her parents got one ticket after another, and each one had a photo of her going through the intersection with her fist raised out the window.

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Ralph

1985 300D Turbo, CA model
248,650 miles and counting...