Drunk or not, that's not the kind of speed someone would estimate the oncoming to have, especially at night.
I would. It's not that hard to actually LOOK. It's just most people don't.
I see it all the time. I'm runnin' trips -- middle of the day with my headlights on -- and some woman driver pulls up from a side street, takes a quick glance down the road, sees where I am, and pulls right out.
Hey lady, maybe you wanna take the second it takes to actually judge the speed of oncoming traffic rather than just assume it?
("Trips" meaning, "triple the speed limit.")
Not to mention, that cop should have slowed down as soon as their car entered the intersection. Hell, he didn't even slam his brakes even when it was obvious the crash was imminent (no skid marks).
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"Entered the intersection?" It doesn't even look like the kid slowed before making the turn. Look at the headlight jump as his car launches over a bump followed by him shooting right across. Why would anyone expect that a car with no turn signal and who hadn't even slowed for his red blinking arrow be making a turn right in front of you?
The cop in fact had damn FAST reactions. Under a second from when the car was obviously coming across to where he hit the brakes. At ~13.3 the sine passes the point where there's enough crossing movement to make it obvious he's into the turn and the cop is braking right at 14.
If the cop had been doing 40 it would've still been an "oh shit" moment. That video actually stretches things out. Look at Google maps for the Wendy's. The signs he is between as the kid makes his turn are only a couple car lengths from the intersection.
If you are
here doing 40 with both lanes full and someone pulls a speed racer limit-of-adhesion turn right in front of you, it's a "Holy shit that kid's looking to get himself killed," moment.
Kid found what he was looking for.
Sounds like you've only been on the streets for a year or two yourself there, mrjminer, if you don't know how to read that like a driver. That kid's maneuver is the type of bonehead thing I would've pulled at 16-20, overconfident in my driving abilities and thinking that my reaction time could get me out of anything. Shit, I caught air in a Plymouth Grand Voyager at its limited 105. Came back from a weekend trip in my Firebird with it COMPLETELY coated in mud and with tufts of grass in the T-tops. (As I was walking from my car in the base parking lot, some kid with a 4x4 with just speckles of mud down the sides was like, "How the hell did you manage to get mud on your ROOF?" I just smiled at him.)
But hooliganism is dangerous. That kid proves what can happen.