Collier County has finally employed photo enforcement at the busier and ignored traffic intersections. The county collected over $400 in one week. The national pastime for most drivers I’ve witnessed is to run the red lights. Yellow means speed up to them. It doesn’t matter if the intersection is as wide as a football field--Zippy is zipping through.
Traffic operations has added a few seconds of wait time allowing for red light busters, meaning: If east-west traffic has the green light, west bound is already driving while east bound sits at the light-- allowing for the red light lefties to bust the signal. That’s considerate--it gives you enough time to file your fingernails , send a text, or run in to grab a Dunkin Donut.
It was always tough to figure when the red light was coming on--tough because the roads are such long stretches between lights. So you start thinking should I speed up, or start slowing down? It took us some time to finally gauge the traffic lights.
When we moved here, we drove like little old ladies from Pasadena, going 45 on 41, the Tamiami. This caused some uptight drivers behind us to honk their horns. I’ve often wished our car had some techy James Bond gadgets so I could push a button and send out a barrage of cow dung, or squid juice.
We eventually realized that 52 mph gets you through most green lights and is still a cop-friendly speed. If jet packs are ever available to the public, I’ll be first in line.