When we moved to Laguna Niguel, there was one four-way stop sign between the freeway and PCH.
Oh, you know, driving around, coming to a stop sign and an entire family, from 8 to 80, will be looking at me with that Dr. Evil look - pinkie on the mouth.
When I stop at a stop sign, I don’t think about the distance I’ve crossed. I just wish I never had to stop.
I even used to stop vehicles going through stop signs, even though I was walking.
I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!
One time a cop pulled me over for running a stop sign. He said, "Didn't you see the stop sign?" I said, "Yeah, but I don't believe everything I read"
The agenda of the roadblock is the philosophy of the stop sign.
The day I notice a cyclist obey a stop sign is the day I'll stop enjoying watching them bounce off my hood.
