I love turn signals. I love it when there are four or five cars in line, all of whom are using their turn signals and the beat pattern between the cars is completely independent and seemingly random yet perfectly timed. When I pull up behind a car that’s turning, and I’m also turning. I enjoy, perhaps too much, trying to tap my left hand with the beat of my blinker and my right hand to the beat of the other car’s blinker.
One of life’s underappreciated joys.