I generally stop at all stop signs, unless on an escorted organized ride where the cops are waving us through. What fun!

But like Jolt, there are some stop signs buried in my neighborhood to stop cars from barreling through, and I slow roll through them. Although early saturday mornings when I'm making my croisant run, I tend to ride through like they don't exist. Where streets intersect, I slow roll, ready to hit the brakes.