Red Light Cameras Have Made A Nervous Wreck Out Of Me

It all harkens back to my post-Army days, when I worked as a civilian for the military newspaper at Aberdeen Proving Ground, Md.

I was a speedometer watcher because I know that if you speed on a military post, you WILL get a ticket. One day I’m leaving the post and I come up on an MP in the lane beside me. My heartbeat quickens and I automatically get off the gas, even though I’m not speeding. My eyes fixate on my speedometer.

And yet, I get pulled over. The MP asks for my paperwork and I, indignant, ask why I’ve been pulled over. He says I just ran the red light.

Confused, I ask, “Was it yellow and turned red as I drove through the intersection?

“No ma’am, it was red and I was stopped at it,” he replied.

Oh.

So my obsession over not breaking one traffic law lead me to break a different one.

I’m reminded of this every time I go through a Lakeland intersection enforced by the red light cameras. Honestly, I try to avoid those intersections altogether because I just get so worked up when I’m at them.

They’re making me do ridiculous things. Sometimes I come up on the intersection and the light is green, but I automatically begin slowing down, for fear the light will change and I’ll get busted.

Other times, I whiz up to the intersection, feeling particularly confident on that day for some unknown reason, and the light turns yellow. Suddenly, I’m faced with two choices: “drive it like I stole it” through the intersection, or slam on the brakes and wind up with a lapful of groceries. Decisions, decisions.

I can be stopped at one of these intersections and someone else will run a red light. But there’s something psychological about seeing that camera flash. Automatically, I freak out, wondering what I’ve done.

My husband won’t even turn right on red at these intersections anymore. “Just in case,” he says.

Maybe these cameras are a good thing, maybe not. I just know this: they are making a nervous wreck out of me.




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