This is where I find myself right now. Not to veer too far into P&R territory, but let's say I fit the socio-political stereotype of a bicycle rider (to a person who's never browsed BF and seen that cyclists come from all walks of life), and let's say the pickup truck drivers of Wyoming fit the polar opposite stereotype: I've encountered nothing but absolute courteousness on the roads out here- if anything, I could vent about the excessive courteousness...AND IT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING, which I don't want to screw up by breaking the rules!

(Plus, traffic is light enough here, in the least populous state, that there's honestly no advantage to filtering and running lights (poetically similar to what we cyclists say of motorists who pass us impatiently))


It's spoiling me. Expect a fuming rant when I move back to the Big City.