Why do 4-wheelers do this?

While I'm obedient of stop lines at traffic lights, I sometimes go beyond them at stop signs.

Case in point: I have to make a right turn from a side road onto a two-lane highway on my way home from work. Never had a problem. BUT -- a few weeks ago the township re-lined the side road and, in doing so, added a stop line a short car-length from the intersection.

There are large signs on the properties immediately to the right and left of the stop sign, and if I stop at that brand-new stop line, there's no way I can see traffic in either direction. I have no choice but to pull ahead and it pizzes me off.

Since our company moved its warehouse to the opposite side of the highway, there's no longer any truck traffic on that stretch of side road... so I guess the line is pretty meaningless as far as truck traffic is concerned. But I'm curious if anyone here knows who would be responsible in the event of an accident due to the signs blocking the visibility of the intersection.

Knowing the township zoning folks where I work, there's little doubt in my mind that both those signs had township zoning approval prior to their placement -- which was years before the stop line was added to the road.

Does anyone have an idea how something like this might play out, if indeed an accident did occur?

 

funny a few yrs back, the city I lived in (Spfld MA), they put a new signal light on Parker street (can't remember the other). But anyway the mayor was there, the state senator was there, and a few others. The light was installed, because their seemed to be a lot of wrecks at that one intersection. Well they flipped a switch the light went from a flashing yellow to a solid red, and yes they caused a few accidents because people saw this and were doing what come's natural stopping for a red light LOL...

 

I was attempting to make a tight, right hand turn a few days ago - the driver of the car coming from the street I was turning onto, and was in the left-hand lane, saw me swinging wide - he pulled right up to the white line and sat there, looking at me with a rather - oblivious look on his face. I'm not one to take out curbs, so I just pulled around and "parked" it right in front of him - I had the green light, his was red. He figured out that he was in my way. I just don't think that many people know or think about trucks and their "special needs". He tried to wave me around as if I were going to clear his vehicle - I could easily tell my bumper was going to hit his car if I continued. He finally backed up JUST enough for me to clear. I mean, by less than a foot. We're supposed to be the professionals - just shrug it off and move on.

 

I had another one in Lowel Arkansas going to a Wal-Mart Dc, well I went the wrong way, so since there was no place to turn around, I decided to cut through a small convenience store. It was tough, because I had to turn left and went over those barriers, they have for car. Well when I went to make a left on green and the street was small, I knew there was now way in hell to make it without hitting someone. So most drivers backed up, but this one dick decided he wanted to stay. Well you can imagine the light for the other side turned green, and traffic was all backed up, because this one dick refused to move. It took me to get out of the truck and get in his face for him to move. This took all of 10 long minutes with several light changes, and plenty of pissed off people..

 

most people take one look at me and back up. Full blocks in some cases. Nobody's opted to play butt-head yet.

 

"You might be a 4-wheeler if..." was dedicated to idiots like these. I think we should change places for a day. WE get to drive the 4-wheelers and THEY get to drive the trucks! I swear Id do every dumb manuever in the book, and Id do it with a sh1t eating grin on my face!

 

Back when I was 15 and in driver's ed I was told to stop behind the line and/or crosswalk. If you couldn't see the approaching traffic, then roll forward slowly until you can see if it's clear or not. I still do this to this day. There are thousands of intersections just like the one you described above all over the country, and I approach them all the same way. It can be really interesting in some cases, especially when you're driving a long nose Pete, KW, or Freightshaker. Shoot, some intersects would be a pain in a cabover.


As to the original post, I've yet to have to get the law involved to resolve those kinds of stand-offs. I've had situations where at least 10 cars have all had to back up because of the one idiot who was two car lengths over the stop line. I notice it a lot more at those intersections where the left turn lane stops well before those lanes going straight. I guess those four wheelers aren't as smart as the city engineers who realized the line needed to be painted there to allow big trucks, or any other vehicle towing a trailer, room to complete their turning maneuver.

 

They haven't figured out that the big white "X" on the pavement means don't stop here.

 

Ain't THAT the truth!
The look on their faces is priceless --- when THEY'RE in the wrong.
Got'cha!

And/Or spite.

:smt100 ?
YoU RanG?

What about the second and third "idiot" behind the first "idiot" ---
who pull right up to the rear bumper of the car two lengths over the line?
Follow the leader when the leader is runnin' last?

One time in Sandy Eggo, in the Land-0-Fruits&Nutz, I met one of the many nutz as I was performing a tricky sight-side back into a narrow, steep, up hill, driveway -- which would require re-setting up my back at least once, to git 'er done.

Traffic on the street had to be stopped goin' both ways due to the amount of jack required by the trailer, spanning both narrow lanes, while the Big truck was blocking on-coming traffic.

I was eye-ball to eye-ball with a nicely dressed cutie, drivin' a sporty car.'
I smiled.
She smiled back as I began to back, ........ up.
Next time I looked for her, I couldn't see her eye-balls, or even much of her sporty car.
NopE!
They were hidden in front of my W-900's grill.
YuP.
That close.

If her sporty car was just a tad sportier, read "smaller", I wouldn't have seen her at all --- when I needed to pull forward to re-set my backing up, and up and finally in --- where I was goin'.
Couldn't do that now, with her up there.
And she couldn't back up either, 'cause a whole line of about 12 to 15 cars behind her, pulled right up behind HER.
DoAH!

I set the air-brakes to walk up and have a chat with the dissappearing motorist, but she met me at the door of my Big W-900 before I had my seatbelt un-done.
WhY the ........ did you ......... do that?!
You ........!
You scared the ....... outta me!

Right about then, I noticed a rather large red stain on her nice white blouse. Sort of a raspberry red tea color.
And she was holdin' an empty and slightly crushed, paper cup --- with a straw stickin' outta the dislodged lid.

Seems the air dryer popped off at 120 pounds, as it should, at the same time I popped the red and yellow things on my dash, --- and freaked her out.
I tried to explain that it COULD have been MUCH worse, had I not seen her in front of me, and stained her blouse with blood.

But that didn't calm her down.
NopE.
She was sure I was a baaadd man -------> right then and there.

This happened around noon, and I'm thinkin' a lot of the traffic in the industrial area was those tryin' to grab a quick bite, and get back in time to punch the clock. In a hurry.
If they'da waited for me to git 'er done, it would have taken me about 2 minutes, 3 tops.
I'd been there before and knew what to expect.
After the 6 or 7 minutes it took for them all to get the message to BACK UP, it took me about 45 seconds to be outta their way.

WhaT?
Say again?
Am I ........ what?
Really that good at backing?
Well, ........ YeAH.
But we won't talk about the FIRST time I tried that back.
But it was later in the afternoon (no relation to AfterShock) and all I had to contend with was the setting sun --- setting into
my eye-balls.
It took a tad longer because I have a G.O.A.L.
Ergo, ....... I did just that.
Up hill & back down --- several times.
On booted foot.
No traffic though.
But there were a lotta folks watchin'.
And I'd much rather they laugh at how long it takes me,
than at what I hit.

And, know what?
I don't think that cutie in the sporty car ever really understood what a danger she put herself in by doin' what she did.
All she seemed to be focused on was the stained blouse and what a ...... I was/am, ....... (as the case may be -- jury is still out).

Q: Whudda ya call a person like that?
A: an ambulance.

Callin' RoadMedic!
Respond to a T-C
Big truck vs Auto.
That is all.
Over-N-0ut --------