I've been here a few months now, and, indeed, cross traffic has no stop sign. But two nights ago was the first night I drove across, rather than turning onto or off the street.
It's true; I didn't stop. In fact, I distinctly remember feeling very certain that I should not stop. A kind of arrogant certainty - I would not have to stop there, and I would never do so.
Last night, the same thing. It felt so out of character.
Tonight, it was horrible. There was a delivery truck blocking the intersection. I saw it two blocks away, but was helpless. Part of my brain was sure that I needed to stop, but I was unconvinced. The image of the sign flashed in my head: "CROSS TRAFFIC DOES NOT STOP".
So, for two blocks, I kept at the same rate. I didn't stop. I plowed into the truck, and really busted up my car. But, even then, I continued on. I was cross traffic; I would not stop. It was a hit and run. I'm glad no one was hurt, but I don't think I would have stopped for it.
After all, the sign said.