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Bad Boy!

December 12, 2012

By eric

http://ericpetersautos.com/2012/12/12/bad-boy/

When I leave my gym, there’s a red light at the intersection that literally takes five minutes to change. Often, it will skip the green arrow for people waiting to make a left turn from the side street (that’s me). You are supposed to wait for the next cycle. Another five minutes away. I routinely “run” (that is, ignore) this light. With my V1 radar detector on to screen for road tax collectors, I make sure the traffic is clear in either direction and just… go.
I mean, why not?

There is no reason not to – other than deferring to the conditioning that tells you to obey.

If there is clearly no traffic coming, if it is therefore objectively safe to proceed, why just sit there like a well-trained German Shepard? Unless that’s what we’re supposed to be, of course.

Which of course, we are supposed to be – and punished if we’re not.

If a road tax collector happens to see me perform this maneuver, he will “cite” me not for causing any harm but rather for my failure to …. sit there like a well-trained German Shepard. Because I did not obey my master’s voice. It will actually state this explicitly on the form itself and later, in court – though not using the same phraseology. The “defendant” – aka, the German Shepard – will be scolded for having done Thus and So against the strictures of the traffic code. Which is the equivalent, in two-legged terms, of being told bad boy! and swatted across the snout for climbing onto the sofa.

Are you sick of being swatted across the snout by your master?

I am, too.

Which is why I routinely ignore his “voice” – his edicts and commands. His rules and regulations. As much as I can possibly get away with. For two reasons:

First – for the almost erotic satisfaction that comes from getting away with it. It is like successfully kicking a bully in the nuts. It feels good to be bad – when “bad” is nothing more than exercising your own mind’s judgment rather than shutting it off in deference to the judgment (often arbitrary, not infrequently ridiculous) of faceless others who presume they know best, that you are an idiot – and must be treated accordingly.

As Seinfeld once put it, "Who are these people?"

And why must we fear and obey them?

If you are right – and “the law” is demonstrably wrong – why (leaving the possibility of potential punishment aside) obey?

It’s mindless – literally, devoid of mind – to obey for the sake of obeying. When you know there’s no reason to obey – other than “just because,” or “it’s the law.” There is nothing intrinsically wrong with disobeying “the law” – and often, a great deal to be said in favor of so doing. It’s something most people never think about, but really ought to. No, more than that. It is essential for them to consider the difference between “the law” – and right or wrong. That “legal” does not necessarily mean right. And just as important, that “illegal” does not necessarily mean wrong.

We are not talking about moral transgressions here – things such as taking what’s not yours, or causing others harm. A fully functioning human being does not require his master’s voice to refrain from such. Because his inner voice – his own moral sense – tells him not to. For good reason. Because it is wrong. Not “just because” or “it’s the law.”

The second reason is far more subversive: To show others it can be done – and so encourage them to do it, too. To get them thinking… to get the wheels turning… figuratively as much as literally.

(Why I always "Opt Out as well - AF)

That red light at the gym I routinely “run,” for instance. Others seem to be running it, too. The average person seems to need an example – someone else to do it first before he will risk the attempt himself. Submission conditioning is more (or less) effective on some people than it is on others. But if you show the way… show that it can be done… and far more important, show that it is stupid not to to do it – odds are good you’ll at least get others more conditioned to submission to think rather than blindly submit. The guy waiting behind me at the light will see no harm or chaos resulted from me “running” the light. It may – and hopefully will – arouse annoyance in him. Not at me – but at the idiocy of just sitting there, wasting gas and time… because a light is red. Not because there is cross traffic. Not because it isn’t “safe” to proceed.

But because a light is red.

This is how animals are conditioned.

Men – human beings – are supposed to be defined by their capacity to think. To use reason, to exercise judgment.


It’s time for more of us to begin acting that way – and show others they can, too.

(Far, far, far, past time - AF)

Traffic law – one form of his master’s voice – is merely a good place to start.

Throw it in the Woods.
 
Yeah, when I was on my way to work in the morning at around 4 oclock, I used to have to wait at traffic lights where there was nobody around except me. I used to stop and then proceed through the intersection on a red light just about every day. The street tax people never did stop me. Guess I was lucky.
 
Traffic lights are a pet peeve. All of the concern about oil and gasoline, and we have a system that does it's best to waste energy. Accelerate, and then hit the brakes for a traffic light. All that momentum is lost. And how much time do cars sit idling at lights?

How many times do you sit at a light for a minute or more, only to have the light turn green for you, right as a mass of cars finally comes down the street and then they have to stop? The lights seem to be timed to maximize the time that cars will idle at lights. They stay green until cars come, then turn red. :rolleyes:
 
Traffic lights are a pet peeve. All of the concern about oil and gasoline, and we have a system that does it's best to waste energy. Accelerate, and then hit the brakes for a traffic light. All that momentum is lost. And how much time do cars sit idling at lights?

How many times do you sit at a light for a minute or more, only to have the light turn green for you, right as a mass of cars finally comes down the street and then they have to stop? The lights seem to be timed to maximize the time that cars will idle at lights. They stay green until cars come, then turn red. :rolleyes:
I remember back in the '60s some states had some wonderful "smart traffic lights". They had sensors to count how many cars were coming from all four directions and would change the signal accordingly. If the government really wants to save energy, those "smart traffic lights" would be all over the place now.
 
makes sense to me.

just a few months ago I had one of those suburban ordinance cops come by as I was bucking a rather large tree on my property with my husqy (orange saw is superior). Anyway, you are not suppose to cut down trees larger than 6" in dia without permission. Well it was bigger than that. They came by in their truck and could see me in the back yard. I was sweaty, dirty carhartt's, black tee, and saw chip covered. Well when they stopped on the street, I looked at them and gave a few revs. I saw them ponder, and then leave. That is good satisfaction.

I must admit I have more courage when I'm wearing my steel toe boots.
 
Well, my license situation being what it is, and not having the extra cash lying around to pay the fines, I usually obey all traffic laws. I actually use a turn signal to pull into my driveway, even when there is clearly no one behind me. It is not that I am conditioned by anyone against my will to do these things (though, I've conditioned myself) I just do not have the time, money, and points available for another court case. Another reason is everytime I get stopped my car is ripped to shreds for weed seeds and empty bags. (Yes, I object everytime. They find probable cause in one of two ways- one, they say they smell marijuana though I have not smoked cannabis in well over a year, or two, they bring a drug dog in that wants to please his owner so much that he sits on command.. or rather the subtleties that his trainer may not even know he's doing. Either way I'm detained for half an hour while their throw my shit about the dirt and rip my seats apart. It's happened a few times.) I must admit though, when my driving situation was legit and I saw a quarter miles worth of flashing lights ahead of me (DUI checkpoint) I lead deputies on a chase of sorts. They have a squadron of cars lined up for those who try to avoid the checkpoint assuming they are under the influence or un"priviliged" enough to not have a license. So I U-turn and hit the first of a few one-car-lane alleys that l know like the back of my hand as I see a closer set of lights approaching at a high rate of speed. Left, right, left, right, right, left etc. kicking up gravel every turn and I lose this pig in the dust. There really is no thrill like it. Not going to lie and say that if he got close enough to read my plates I would not pull over because I would. I would then explain to him that I was not evading I just had dinner in the oven and did not have the time to sit through a fifty car line of people waiting to be breathalyzed. Hell, at least I'd jump to front of the line had I been caught.
 
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Adam Carolla is a really huge proponent of running red lights and actually will keep the dealer plates on his car for years just so he can run the ones with cameras without getting a ticket.

He drives really nice cars and has never been given a hard time for keeping the dealer plates on. He keeps the state plates in the trunk.
 
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One night I was picking up my kid late from work, and I came to a stop sign. There was only one other car on the street, and it was on the other side of the intersection. Neither of us were turning, and I laughed out loud wondering why we were both stopped. It seemed so absurd to me, both of us sitting there. But I knew if there was a cop lurking, I would have gotten a ticket even though there was no risk to "public safety."

As reprehensible as Dondero is, he told the funniest story about Ron. Ron used to like to drive around rural Texas speeding like a bat out of hell, with no seat belt, laughing the whole time. I love that man!

"That’s the first sign you know you’re a libertarian. You see the red light. You stop. You realize that there’s not a car in sight. And you put your foot on the gas."
– Gary Johnson
 
The problem with red lights not changing is especially bad if you ride a motorcycle (like I do). Sometimes you can see the sensor cut-out lines in the pavement that need to be magnetically triggered, and sometimes you can't. If you can see them, you put your motorcycle over one of the lines, or a junction of the the lines, as much as possible. But no lines, you just have to guess. If this doesn't work, and the light isn't on a timer, then it'll never change. I had to get used to running red lights because of this. The acceleration of a motorcycle really helps when trying to quickly cross an intersection :D
 
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Well, my license situation being what it is, and not having the extra cash lying around to pay the fines, I usually obey all traffic laws. I actually use a turn signal to pull into my driveway, even when there is clearly no one behind me. It is not that I am conditioned by anyone against my will to do these things (though, I've conditioned myself) I just do not have the time, money, and points available for another court case. Another reason is everytime I get stopped my car is ripped to shreds for weed seeds and empty bags. (Yes, I object everytime. They find probable cause in one of two ways- one, they say they smell marijuana though I have not smoked cannabis in well over a year, or two, they bring a drug dog in that wants to please his owner so much that he sits on command.. or rather the subtleties that his trainer may not even know he's doing. Either way I'm detained for half an hour while their throw my shit about the dirt and rip my seats apart. It's happened a few times.) I must admit though, when my driving situation was legit and I saw a quarter miles worth of flashing lights ahead of me (DUI checkpoint) I lead deputies on a chase of sorts. They have a squadron of cars lined up for those who try to avoid the checkpoint assuming they are under the influence or un"priviliged" enough to not have a license. So I U-turn and hit the first of a few one-car-lane alleys that l know like the back of my hand as I see a closer set of lights approaching at a high rate of speed. Left, right, left, right, right, left etc. kicking up gravel every turn and I lose this pig in the dust. There really is no thrill like it. Not going to lie and say that if he got close enough to read my plates I would not pull over because I would. I would then explain to him that I was not evading I just had dinner in the oven and did not have the time to sit through a fifty car line of people waiting to be breathalyzed. Hell, at least I'd jump to front of the line had I been caught.


You may have noticed in some of the videos where dudes reserve their rights and don't consent to anything, they tend to put their window down about an inch or two. This may help you with the "I smell drugs" bullshit.
 
In NC, if there are no oncoming vehicles and it is safe to proceed, and you have been waiting a while for the light to change, you may "run" the red.
 
Do it all the time. Had a light just the other day change 3 times for every other lane but mine. I'm surprised I even got to the second time.
 
The problem with red lights not changing is especially bad if you ride a motorcycle (like I do). Sometimes you can see the sensor cut-out lines in the pavement that need to be magnetically triggered, and sometimes you can't. If you can see them, you put your motorcycle over one of the lines, or a junction of the the lines, as much as possible. But no lines, you just have to guess. If this doesn't work, and the light isn't on a timer, then it'll never change. I had to get used to running red lights because of this. The acceleration of a motorcycle really helps when trying to quickly cross an intersection :D


Yes. This is one of my peeves of having those sensors. You'd have to wait until a car pulled up in order to trigger the lights.

And bonus of riding "crotch rockets" was that when the cops did flick their lights on, all you had to do was give it three clicks on the gear shift and they could never catch you. We did that one day. Were out joyriding, barhopping, and kept having one county cop find us everytime we left another bar. We would drop the gears and speed off, stopping at the next bar. We'd have a beer, then get back on heading for another bar 20 or so miles away, and out of nowhere that damned cop would show up again. So we'd drop it a few and run off from him again. Next bar, same thing. This went on the whole day. We hit maybe 5-6 bars in 7-8 hours, and everytime that cop would come out for the chase. And everytime we walked away from him.

We didn't know until we got home that it had actually been 6 county cops after us. We did nothing wrong, weren't drunk, and broke no laws other than not stopping and speeding away. Grandma had called us several times to yell at us(she listened to the police scanner all the time and heard our day of fun). If we had actually done something wrong, we may have actually stopped. But fuck that. You just want to hassle us. And we're not about being hassled by the man.

I can't count how many times something like this happened while we were riding. Made for some very good stories! And the adreneline rush was better than running a 180 mph pass. I miss those days. :)
 
Yes. This is one of my peeves of having those sensors. You'd have to wait until a car pulled up in order to trigger the lights.

And bonus of riding "crotch rockets" was that when the cops did flick their lights on, all you had to do was give it three clicks on the gear shift and they could never catch you. We did that one day. Were out joyriding, barhopping, and kept having one county cop find us everytime we left another bar. We would drop the gears and speed off, stopping at the next bar. We'd have a beer, then get back on heading for another bar 20 or so miles away, and out of nowhere that damned cop would show up again. So we'd drop it a few and run off from him again. Next bar, same thing. This went on the whole day. We hit maybe 5-6 bars in 7-8 hours, and everytime that cop would come out for the chase. And everytime we walked away from him.

We didn't know until we got home that it had actually been 6 county cops after us. We did nothing wrong, weren't drunk, and broke no laws other than not stopping and speeding away. Grandma had called us several times to yell at us(she listened to the police scanner all the time and heard our day of fun). If we had actually done something wrong, we may have actually stopped. But fuck that. You just want to hassle us. And we're not about being hassled by the man.

I can't count how many times something like this happened while we were riding. Made for some very good stories! And the adreneline rush was better than running a 180 mph pass. I miss those days. :)

Yeah, when my Hunduh Civic was still turbo'd, I did the same thing. Not barhopping, mind you, but I've dropped her down a gear or two and left the area when I saw one turn around on me(for nothing, usually). I miss those days...and me turbo.:(
 
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