My experience on the road Claudia Calleja’s article, (September 18), reminds me of the action the Australian police took in 1985 when I was living in Melbourne. I was driving at night on a traffic-less huge road junction monitored by traffic lights when I decided to accelerate on seeing the green light turning into amber. I took the risk, although I could have braked but, halfway in the middle of the junction, l spotted a flash in my driver’s mirror and thought to myself : you’ve had it, Anthony. Transport Malta’s control room. Photo: Matthew Mirabelli I was right. The following day, I was asked to call at my nearest police station. After showing me the photographic evidence of my contravention, the gentle police constable gave me a five-minute lecture on how lucky I was not to have caused a significant accident. Moreover, he took me into a room classified as Traffic Operations Room, where l was shown a large amount of photographs showing similarities to my bravura with dire consequences. He then asked me if l would accept paying a fine there and then or await a summons. I paid the fine with gratitude. Could our police force set up similar Traffic Operations Rooms in district...