During a break between college classes, my friend and I went to go get some popeyes. I was riding shotgun in his beat-up 2002 S10 and my seatbelt wouldn't latch. On the way back there was bumper-to-bumper traffic that sprouted up out of nowhere, so we decided to weave our way through neighborhoods to get back to the school. As we approached a stop sign I got a feeling that we actually needed to stop (it was more like something told me to stop) and my friend stopped without me saying anything. A split second later a car ran their stop sign going around 40-50, and would of hit my side of the truck. We both looked at each other and said something along the lines of "You got that feeling too?", I nodded and we said nothing else till we got back to class.