It's usually driveways and right on reds. You pull up to the light on your Brodozer Yosemite edition, with the big knobbly tires, factory lift kit, and the (man)hood extension. It's a red light and you want to make a right, because every second you spend behind the wheel of your 110k overgrown minivan alternative, not driving up the ass of the Kia Pimento in front of you fills you with murderous rage. You look right, and there are no visible people, look left, and there is a 1 second gap in traffic, a perfect amount of space for your extended crew-cab single occupant truck to jam in. You floor it and crank the wheel around 4 times to full lock. You don't even feel it as all 9500lbs of your truck crushes the life out of 2 teens who waited for the pedestrian symbol before walking their bikes across the road. You didn't see them because looking from the driver's seat, over the 6ft long and 6ft high hood puts your minimum view distance of 2 kids at 22ft away. Looks like you're gonna be late to pick up your order of Crocs and socks from JCP at the mall.