It being early January (Happy New Year, by the way) and not much is happening on the forum other than the customary panic about ticket allocations, I got to pondering about a local phenomenon that puzzles me somewhat.
Because the roads are multi-laned and straight and criss-crossed with intersections, the traffic lights seem to stay on red for quite a long time.
Today, I was sitting in P2 in the centre lane of 3 going straight on (there were also 2 lanes turning left and one turning right) all at a standstill. In P1 on the inside was a Honda Prelude with a massive MugenPower sticker in the rear windshield. It also had gangster black-outs, sticky-out rims and low profiles (worth more than the car) and a huge fart-can exhaust that growled and popped menacingly. In P1 (middle lane, in front of me) was a Chevy Yukon - an SUV about the size of an average semi-detached house. In P1 on the outside was a Ford F150 pick-up truck, towing a honking great low-loader trailer, filled with lawnmowers and weed-whackers. In the crew-cab were crammed about 8 Mexican "Landscapers".
To my right in P2 (inside) was a rather cute blonde chick in a new beetle. I was rather distracted by her bubblegum blowing skills, but that's another tale. To my left was the trailer-ful of mowing equipment.
As I sat there picking my nose and fantascising about Toots, to my right, I noticed that the Prelude started creeping forward, even though the lights stood steadfastly red and would continue to do so for some time to come.
Sweet-tits in the Beetle also edged forward, swizzling a few strands of her hair around her finger and cranking-up O-Rock 105.9 at the same time.
Next, the soccermom in the Yukon lurched forward a couple of feet. Was she going to holeshot Hector Ramirez Jesus Riaz in the Prelude. The Prelude also bore the bumper sticker, "I (heart) Peurto Rico". I wondered what the f**k he was slumming-it in Orlando for then.
The wetback landscape gardners gunned the Powerstroke diesel and inched forward also. The light stayed beligerantly red. I sat and watched this tense moment play-out. The prelude crept forward unabated, as did those around me. Had I not seen this scenario a thousand times before, I would have anticipated an explosion of noise and clouds of tyre smoke, the second the light went green. The light stayed red. By this point, "I love Peurto Rico's" car was entirely past the stop line and sticking out into the intersection. Everyone around me had moved forward at least 5 feet.
The light went green............ Nothing happened. Finally, the collective synapses fired and The Prelude lurched forward with an impressive, "Mmmmmwwwwwooooooooooorrrrrrr", before hitting 40mph and 2nd gear.
The gardners were off to the races too. The jail bait in the Beetle only now realised she was in the wrong lane anyway and attempted to carve-up those turning right. The soccermom in front of me didn't move at all. I noted that she was busy beating the tar out of one of her off-spring in the back seat.
This behaviour is known (by me) as the Central Florida Crawl-Forward and it happens at every light. I cannot account for it and it troubles me. I wondered if it was a regional thing. It never used to happen in England.
You can tell it's quiet today, eh?