You’re blocking access to the turn lane by going slow a half mile before YOUR light. I don’t know where you live but the major road through my city is like that. Right and left turn lanes at the light, two lanes leading up to it.
So now it’s half a mile? Two lane roads like that aren’t going to have dedicated turn lights, just a blanket green yellow or red for all traffic coming from a given direction, which is almost certainly what the initial user in this thread was talking about before you invented that left turn light.
And even if they did slow you down, so what? Waaaah you made my drive last another 30 seconds like big fucking deal, if you haven’t yet figured out you should give yourself some buffer time when you plan your drive that’s on you tbh.
Or you could drive like a normal person and drive the fucking speed limit instead of acting like you’re the only person on the road. But hey, you do you, just don’t cry when people like me fly past you. (we know you will, and your tears fuel my right foot)
Different lanes? Nonissue. Same lane? He would have had to wait for it to turn green anyway.
In what context does this even make sense?
You’re blocking access to the turn lane by going slow a half mile before YOUR light. I don’t know where you live but the major road through my city is like that. Right and left turn lanes at the light, two lanes leading up to it.
So now it’s half a mile? Two lane roads like that aren’t going to have dedicated turn lights, just a blanket green yellow or red for all traffic coming from a given direction, which is almost certainly what the initial user in this thread was talking about before you invented that left turn light.
And even if they did slow you down, so what? Waaaah you made my drive last another 30 seconds
like big fucking deal, if you haven’t yet figured out you should give yourself some buffer time when you plan your drive that’s on you tbh.
Or you could drive like a normal person and drive the fucking speed limit instead of acting like you’re the only person on the road. But hey, you do you, just don’t cry when people like me fly past you. (we know you will, and your tears fuel my right foot)
Damn you’re cool.
I choose to believe you are twelve years old