not a mile from the house, i stopped at a red light on a busy street. a truck with its turn signal on comes up next to me, and the driver asks me if i'm going straight through so as not to cut me off. nice of him. when i get downtown, i'm riding between traffic as per the usual, and come to a spot between a taxi and a messenger van. the space is too narrow because of the van's mirror--which the driver promptly reaches out and folds in, so i can run the red. stopping at the local newspaper's office, a nicely dressed lady tells me in a very approving tone: "you look just like your bike". a commuter and i wait for a left turn signal that never comes and grin at each other and cut off a column of traffic.
no close calls. no swerving away from drivers speeding out of parking lanes, no getting cut off, flipped off, yelled at...just pure riding joy, great weather, and compliments and all that good stuff.