Another time I’ve seen the lights was the night we were coming home and took the country roads. We came up to the traffic light at State Route 42. It was just getting dark, the light turned green for us to go. I was in the front passenger seat. I’m pretty sure my friend, Jack, who was driving, didn’t even look to see if there were any cars coming before he started to move. The lights came from my side vision, flashing and circling. I looked and bearing down on us was a semi-truck unable to stop for the red light. I reached over and slammed the gear shift up only making it to reverse. It was enough to stop us and make enough gear grinding noise for Jack to hit the brakes. The truck flew right in front of us. The lights then appeared in front of the windshield. It seemed they were making sure we were o.k. They moved around towards the drivers side and slowly faded out.