Suppose I have a sincere religious belief that if I stop at a stop sign, God kills a kitten.
Her accident in 1989 occurred in Washington, D.C.: either she or the other driver ran a stop sign.
He was assessed two points on his driving record for the stop sign.
They had a stop sign there and someone had had a wreck previously, I don't know, the sign was down.
I took a picture of a stop sign that was located down at the intersection of Patton and 10th.
I mean there is sidewalks, but not a curb, and this cab had pulled in there by the stop sign.
Suddenly at the intersection of Jefferson and Huron Streets, a long black sedan driven by a woman, failed to observe a stop sign.