The negative "cager" comments are plentiful in most commuter forums, time to credit when due.
I had quite the crappy start to my commute this morning, that wound up in me meeting two cool people. I had switched rims on my bike this morning and could not get the tire to seat correctly due to what I think is a defect in the bead of the tire that wasn't a problem for the other rim. Finally, I thought I had it, but ended up pinch flatting 4-1/2 miles into my commute. So as I'm changing the tire on the corner of a main road and a sub-division, a mini van pulls into the side street and stops. This woman gets out and says "did you need some help? A phone? I assume your on your way to work." So, I decline her offer, but thank her and she says to me, "I was wondering where you were, I usually see you crossing the bridge as I'm on my way home every morning. I usually know what time it is when I see you". She had actually passed me on the side of the road working on my wheel, had turned around and came back to check on me. She leaves and I start working on my wheel again.
I get the tire mounted and inflate it with my CO2 inflator and it's still not seating right. So I had to let the air out of the tire and try to seat it again. And my CO2 cannister is empty, which is the moment I realize the spare cannisters that I thought were in my bag, had never left the shelf in my garage. So I lock my bike to the guardrail, ditch my bag in some woods near my bike and start the 4+ mile walk back to my house to get the spare cannisters. I get about a mile down the road and I see a car traveling the other way pull over. And, the driver asks if I need a ride towards my house. It turns out that he was on his way to taking his daughter to pre-school and saw my bike locked to the guardrail and he then passed me walking, turned around and picked me up. He says to me, "we were wondering where you were today (he and his daughter), we see you pretty much in the same spot on the road, at the same time every day.". As we were talking on the way to my house, I found out that he worked as a wrench for 10 years and his wife used to race professionally. They were both former bike commuters. He dropped me off pretty much on my door step. And I ended up hoofing it back to my bike with fresh CO2 cannisters. At least it's a nice day, 49F and sunny.
That's three people I've run into who have told me that the know what time it is when they see me on the ride as they're driving along. I must be punctual in my commute, because all three have mentioned they know what time it is when they see me. Most of the drivers on this particular commute are pretty cooperative about sharing the road. Compared to when I worked and road in Providence, I have very few negative encounters. I'm stopping by the LBS on the way home for a new tire, I have no idea what's wrong with this tire, other than it's a Kenda, which I've had a past experience with a Kenda tire distorting as it wore, so I'm chalking it up to a cheap tire.