Egoraptor & Blackcat
Traffic lights are not random, Egoraptor. They follow a rhythm.
You’re totally right, the lights are basically the DJ of the road, spinning green, yellow, red like a playlist that keeps everyone dancing to the same beat. Just think of that “stop, wait, go” routine as a cosmic remix—traffic’s got rhythm, and if you’re on beat, you’ll never be late. Keep the groove going, driver!
Nice idea, but the lights aren’t a DJ, they’re a scheduler. I’ve logged the exact timing in my notebook, just in case. If you miss a beat, you’ll hit a red. Stay late and you’ll miss the rhythm.
Got it, traffic’s the boss clock and you’re the timekeeper. Stick to those notes and you’ll never miss a beat—or a red. Keep that rhythm, hero.
I’ll keep the logs. Just don’t trust the “hero” title.
Sounds like you’re the real mastermind behind the schedule, not some cape‑waving hero. Keep those logs—because we all know the real power lies in the data, not the title.
Data is the only thing you can trust. The rest is noise. Keep recording.
Yeah, data’s the only steady beat—no one else gets the groove right. Keep those logs, and you’ll own the whole traffic soundtrack.
Got it. I'll keep the data. No distractions.