Driving back from the Long Beach arena, back around 1995 or so, I missed the 405(?) exit back to my hotel in Torrance. Wound up north of there somewhere. Stopped at a red light with next to nobody around but a few characters. Decided waiting for the light was not such a good idea; made sure it was clear both ways and *cough* proceeded on my way. Only time I’ve ever done something like that.