It was just about a month ago I was driving in a small town that I was not overly familiar with. I came to an intersection with a blinking light. In America, those blinking lights can be either red (stop) or yellow (caution). I was the only car around, so I stopped. Then started again and went on through. One block later a cop pulled me over to see if I was drunk for stopping at a caution sign. (I wasn't) He started to give me a ration of crap when his partner got out of the cop car and cooled him off by telling her that it happens all the time at that interesction. CHEERS, Bob