There’s something sacred about a “No Right Turn on Red” sign. It’s one of the last protections for pedestrians in a city that otherwise caters to trucks with cupholders bigger than bathtubs.

Naturally, someone wants to take it down.

They say it's about "efficiency." Aunty says it's about letting a $90,000 pickup lurch through the crosswalk while a parent with a stroller dives for the curb. We're told to be patient with infrastructure that kills — but not with drivers who can't wait six seconds to turn.

These signs are tiny acts of defiance. They're city-sanctioned resistance against the cult of the car, where every square metre of public space must yield to steel and ego.

And don’t get Aunty started on those jacked-up F-150s idling beside the school zone sign, bumper at toddler height, blasting country music about freedom.

You want freedom? Try crossing an intersection where the truck gets to turn before the human does.

No mercy. No right turn on red.
And absolutely no love for vehicles that think a curb cut is a parking invitation.

— Aunty.