There's no doubt about that. On the early morning leg of my commute I lock my bike in front of a busy grocery store to switch to the bus. While I'm locking it up, there's always a person who rides by, about a block away, on what appears to be a cargo bike (like a Trek Transport or an Xtracycle) pulling a trailor. It is lit up with several lights and has a tall flag on the trailer. We've never met, but we see each other from that block away and always wave. It's funny to feel a certain kinship with someone you've never met . . .