Outside my complex, there is a hill with a stop sign at the bottom of it. In order to come from my old office home, I would have to stop at the sign and then drive up the hill. There is a road off to the side that comes in at an angle (it’s a Y shaped intersection, not a T) and this road does not have a stop sign.
Soon, the bicycle people in their Lance Armstrong costumes will be out. They will ride down this hill in both lanes, and will not even pause at the stop sign or look for cars coming out of the other road. One day, someone coming from the arm of the Y that doesn’t have a stop sign is going to cream one of these morons.
And the survivors will blame the driver.