Going through a red light is illegal in the UK, so I always feel slightly panicky making a right turn through one in the USA or Canada.
When my wife was in her teens she spent a summer in Canada staying with her uncle (her first time abroad), and her uncle gave her the use of a car. He suggested he sit in as a passenger the first time she drove it, just so that she could get used to things under a little supervision. So out they went, down a busy gravel cross-street to join the surfaced main road through this small Canadian town. She stopped at the red light, in a right turning lane. After a polite Canadian pause, drivers behind her started to sound their horns when she ignored gaps in the cross traffic.
"Just turn right," said her uncle.
"But it's a red."
"You can turn right on a red."
"Are you sure?"
(Loud horns behind, now, and they're both getting a little tense.)
"Yes, I'm sure," snaps her uncle. "There's no traffic. Just pull out on to the pavement now."
"The pavement?" yelps my wife.
(Honk. Honk. Honk.)
"Yes, the pavement! Go!"
So she did. The problem, of course, being that what a Brit calls the pavement is what a Canadian calls the sidewalk. She drove diagonally across the corner of the sidewalk and then into the street again, with her uncle screaming in the passenger seat.