My commute takes me past a group of day laborers. They wait, every morning, at a corner for contractors, painters or landscapers to pull up and pay them cash for manual labor.
We exchange a wave and/or greeting, when I ride by. Several of them have commented about my bike, when I've been waiting at the red light.
So, this morning, at the cross street just prior to this intersection, a car pulls out into my lane, right in front of me. I slam on the brakes to keep from hitting his door and yell something along the lines of "WTF are you doing, dip-$@*#?!"
He shoots me the bird and I return the favor. That could have been the end of it, but the light, just half a block up, had turned red and I pull up behind him. He gives me his assumptions of my maternal relations along with some thoughtful suggestions of where I should ride my bike. Before I could even respond, four or five of the day-laborers had descended on the passenger side of his car and were assailing him with a barrage of insults, (in both English and Spanish) and telling him not to mess with "our boy."
He looked pretty surprised to now be dealing with more than just a puny, middle-aged man on a bicycle. The light changed and he took off, I waved with gratitude to my buddies and continued on to work.
It would be way cool to have that kind of support, for the other 99.9% of my commute.