This man’s memory of his having being saved by a horn honk is still alive after over fifty years. He writes:
I was driving north on Bayshore for a date with my then-girlfriend. The speed limit was 55. Traffic was, as usual, heavy. I was listening to the radio and pretty-much lost in thought. I heard a horn honk. I looked up just in time to see that the traffic had come to a full stop in front of me. I jammed on the brakes and just barely managed to stop before rear-ending the guy in front of me. I looked around to see whom I should thank for the warning honk. No one was paying any attention at all to me. My sense has always been that the sound of the horn was “other dimensional.”