Riddle

Going at green, stopping at red

Making lefts and making rights

On all fours, that move round and round

Running on the road, passing everyone I see

Speeding and no one can catch me

Now in a dead stop waiting behind the others

Loud horns going off, signaling to move

Lights go on as it becomes dark out

I speed up again looking for a spot

I finally get it, now it’s time to stop.

Who am I?

By: Richie DeLuca