My drive to and from the Texas Swim Center for masters practice is pretty straight-forward and short. At least when conscious, caffeinated, and after dawn. Otherwise it is a tricky obstacle course of traffic signage right up there with the Mensa test.
The longest drag is along a main street, deserted at 5:40 A.M., with 10-12 cross-streets along my route, and either a stop-light or -sign at every cross-street. The order of lights and signs isn't orderly; a lot of lights, then a sign or two, then a light or two, then a sign, then a light, and the lights are rarely in-sync so I get caught a lot. Stop, start, stop, start, stop.
Sometimes my sleep-cob-webbed mind gets lulled into a sense of rhythm - a reassuringly safe rhythm! - and I'll realize I've been sitting at a stop sign. For several minutes. With no other cars in sight. Waiting for a green light. Ya Know, No Green, No Go.
I think "fool me twice" is a tad optimistic at this point.
It's a really good thing that the only thing I have to do once I get to the pool is swim.