Today, I happened to be in the Long Island town of Lake Success, at an intersection I won’t specify given that this story involves my presence as an almost-involved observer, a cop, and a guy/gal driving a beautiful Lexus. It also includes an often-absent substance called “justice for traffic violations.”
I was approaching a major traffic artery, what I believe was the Northern State Parkway. Immediately before this highway’s entrance ramps, on my right-hand side of a single-lane-each-way street, there is a small avenue which leads to some residential neighborhoods. It’s more than just polite to leave some space between your car and the one in front of you in the event you cannot clear the whole gap: It is a requirement of the law. I did exactly this, leaving some space between the fellow ahead of me and myself. This was all well and good, and in fact quite normal. Someone coming towards us from the other direction (in America, that’s on my left-hand side) would be able to turn left into the side-street if necessary.