I guess that I shouldn't have taken that stop sign.
Ooo, that's another good story.
I ended up dating this Russian girl for several years. Since she grew up in Moscow, she never learned to drive. That was fine since when we met, she was working as a researcher at Columbia Pres. in Washington Heights. Some amazing views from her apt.
Anyway, being a molecular biologist, it was inevitable that she would end up in NJ - Pharm capital of the world. That's really why they call us the Garden State (hehehehe).
So while I was paying for her to learn to drive, I was shuttling her to work everyday. The route I chose took me thru some residential back streets. That particular street had the right of way except for this one intersection where I had a stop sign.
The problem was that the town hadn't been very careful about keeping tree limbs out of the way of the stop sign. So I just blew threw that with my 92 Civic Si hatchback and smacked into a Toyota pickup (this was before they came out with their GMC/Ram competitor behemoths.
No detectable damage to the Toyota while my car looked like it had kissed a tree.