Red Means Stop, Green Means Go, And Yellow Means Go Real F***ing Fast!

Today around noon, I'm driving westbound on a 35 MPH city street.  I need to make a left turn at the next intersection, where the lights are green in both directions for east-west traffic.  I pull into the left-turn-only lane, where mine is the only vehicle.  I'm slightly forward into the intersection, stopped and signaling to make my left.  The eastbound traffic is fairly heavy, so I wait.

As the light turns yellow, I inch forward a bit more.  One more eastbound car rolls through on the yellow, then I start a routine, everyday left turn across the now-empty intersection.

Except suddenly it's not empty.  Another eastbound car appears out of nowhere, running the light and about to T-bone me at high speed.  When the light went yellow, this guy was so far back he was a speck, a non-factor.  Now he's gunning it to make the intersection and looming very large in my passenger-side windows.  OMG!  How frigging fast is this douchebag going?  How could he not see me?  Why didn't he stop?

Shocked and certain I am going to be hit, I hold my breath, stomp on the gas and hope I can somehow get out of his path.

I really have no idea how he missed me.  It was so, so close -- a matter of inches.  And it would have been bad.

After this heart-stopping left turn, I required a change of underwear.  And I think the driver's seat of my car may need new upholstery.