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Only once that I can recall. One night I was pulling into an unbusy intersection during a freshly green light, when I looked to my left and saw a pickup truck traveling at least 70 towards the intersection. About 2 seconds probably passed between the time I realized he was going to blow the light and when he blazed just past my front bumper, my brakes squealing. I consider myself lucky to have looked when I did, and praise my driving school teachers for implanting the idea to always look, even during a green light. I remember I sat in the lonely intersection for the remainder of the green light, only beginning to move again when the yellow glow startled me back to the present world. I was shaken for about a half hour afterwards.
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