Last night I saw some bozo in a beat-up Chevy Malibu blow through a red light like NBD, so I haul on my bike to catch up to this clown. I COULD NOT WAIT to drop some DMV FYI on this fool! His window down, I shout,
which turns out is a horrifying thing to do to stopped motorists humming to Alicia Keys like they haven't a care in the world.
"You can't turn right on red here," I calmly explain to this cowering shell of a man.
"Oh," he stammered, "Really? Thank you."
Then I smiled and wished him a great night because mission accomplished.
Actually tho, this happened 5 years ago when I moved here.
Also, I was the driver in this story.
But I did see someone turn right on red last night and would've chased them down if I'd had my bike with me.
Photo and story by Tony Ruiz. To check out more of Tony's work, visit his instagram page at tonytypes.