Every three days I walk east. Five years ago they put up two stop signs (one in each direction) on the gravel road east of my cabin. It is now a three-way stop. For the first hundred years, north and south moved with the right of way and the traffic from the east stopped. Not anymore. There are more dogs in this area than people but somehow one more person must have built a house and tipped the demographic scale. Now we have a three-way stop.
Since I had lived there for ten years without the sign I of course ignored it. And, I of course got stopped by the county sheriff. She was a deputy and was embarrassed to pull me over (but not embarrassed enough to ignore me). She explained that the new sign was to slow gravel trucks and gave me a warning.
I guess the warning worked because now when I come to that intersection I slow down a bit before I run the stop sign.
This intersection is considered dangerous by some. I know that once at that intersection a deer attacked Checking Kim's Jeep and we had to get it towed out of the ditch. Deer don't pay anymore attention to that stop sign than I do.
Since I had lived there for ten years without the sign I of course ignored it. And, I of course got stopped by the county sheriff. She was a deputy and was embarrassed to pull me over (but not embarrassed enough to ignore me). She explained that the new sign was to slow gravel trucks and gave me a warning.
I guess the warning worked because now when I come to that intersection I slow down a bit before I run the stop sign.
This intersection is considered dangerous by some. I know that once at that intersection a deer attacked Checking Kim's Jeep and we had to get it towed out of the ditch. Deer don't pay anymore attention to that stop sign than I do.
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