In previous summers I used to sit at the base of the Manhattan Bridge after work and wait for friends to get off work and commute home. We’d sit on this ledge, drinking a tall can, grabbing some noodles from the cheap noodle shop across the way and hang out. It was fun. Except for the fact that the sign behind us was covered by stickers, so drivers didn’t realize that they could turn right on a red. Most of them, anyway. Some drivers knew the protocol and would honk incessantly, ruining our relaxing time in the sun. I’m not sure if they fixed this, because when I took this picture recently there was an additional traffic light.