Exhibit A:
This afternoon I left my house for an appointment, and a whole two blocks from my house I stopped at a red light, waiting for my turn to head up the road when a woman decided that she wanted to take a left onto the street where I was sitting- easy enough except for the orange light she was trying to burn and oncoming car going straight and two seconds later she had been hit on the passenger side by the car who was going straight and sent staight into the front of my car.
My car. The one that was stopped. At the light. Not moving. AARGH!
The car that was going straight was totalled, her car was worse for the wear after being hit side-on and then head-on, and while mine doesn't look totally shocking it was hard enough to bust open the radiator and break a few hoses, as well as pushing back the wheel well, the bumper and the hood (ie. not drivable). And did I already mention that I was stopped at the light? See exhibit B: stopped behind the white line.
I had a big moving truck behind me at the light and when I saw those two coming at me I made a split-second decision to keep my foot on the brake and not let up so that my car wouldn't end up accordian-style between the truck and the car that was careening at me, which ended nicely for my car, but not so well for my neck, which is now VERY stiff and sore.
I hate fucking Baltimore drivers. This is the only city in the world that I have driven in where I regularly watch the light turn green, wait for anywhere from two to eight cars to get through the intersection at high speeds, and then go.
