One night around 10 or 11PM in December of 2021, I was waiting at a red light heading north on Stanyan. When the light turned green, I started to cross the intersection but immediately slammed on the breaks and swerved to the left because a car heading west on Turk Street had run the red light and almost hit us. My then 20-year-old son was in the passenger seat and, as he is wont to do, let out a stream of expletives, aimed at the car that had run the light. I told him his words were even more pointless than usual because the car was a Waymo driven by, well, nobody.
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