Whenever I see a red light ahead, I take my foot off the gas and let the car coast. I'll lose some speed before I have to hit the breaks for the stop light.
Almost invariably one or two jokers insist on throttling up ahead of me... so they can stop at the light before me. Why do they bother?
But hey, if they want to waste a little extra gas and put a little extra wear on their cars, let them. I couldn't care less.
Happiness is the exercise of vital powers along lines of excellence in a life affording you scope.