Maybe this is old, but I just saw a Passatt (sp?) commercial in which the following happens.
A man is decked out in his spandex cyling gear, riding along on a mountain road in twilight when his light and blinkie begin to fail. Of course, you can feel the tension starting to mount, amplified by the growing darkness and the look on the cyclists face. Oh, curse you, unreliable equipment! It's only moments before, sure enough, a car who (of course) has more of a right to the road nearly runs over the cyclist, honking at him for his low observable rudeness. Now the cyclist is understandably worried.
Along comes another vehicle, and the exhasperated and somewhat frightened cyclist gestures at him to just please pass, and leave me alone...but, the benevolent driver is there to help the hapless cyclist. The cyclist, clearly encouraged by his motorized escort, picks up speed as the Passat, with its steerable headlights, guides him safely through dangerous rocks and other hazards of the road that only a car could possibly safely navigate, until they finally arrive safely at a residential stop sign, on a well lit suburban street. The cyclist looks over at his motorized benefactor, and nods a sweaty "thanks" at him. The motorist, cool as a cucumber, silent as Clint Eastwood, nods back and drives on.
Oh, if only I had seen this commercial years ago...I would have realized the error of my ways, in embracing the inferior and unreliable bicycle over the passat...a car driven by gentlemen, which will get me home safely every time.
That is all. If you've seen the commercial, feel free to start ranting.