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Depending on where you are, there can be veeeeery good reasons to do that. Wait until a truck pulling a horse trailer, or a tractor-trailer with a load of logs comes up the road on your right. Now it takes a left, and scrreeeeeeeeeeeee ... there went your bumper and mirror. Sure, insurance will cover it... after the long, dragged out court case, the backup at the body shop, and the newfound wonder at how much those stupid body panels cost.
It can also just be the cause of some extreme stupidity as the truck gets 'stuck' and you are now stuck at that light for minutes as it laboriously backs up and pulls forward.
This is literally the "You never know when my brother is coming" joke in real life.
This man rurals.
Where I lived quite literally had the lines for the town's intersection painted so that it didn't happen. You could tell when people from 'elsewhere' were passing through, because they'd pull past the painted stop line in the left turn lane to be even with the people going straight.