Had a small SUV spot me on the MUP down a slight rise from a road crossing, and very purposefully stop while we were both well short of it. Was thinking "that was uncommonly attentive and nice" then after crossing saw it pull into the trail parking lot. And the bike on a rack on the back.
Ages ago commuting outside Boston, I used to feel that traversing the same streets by all of car, bike, and foot gave a perspective that was most accommodating. Checking the bike lane before making the right turn across it towards home became very habitual; so much that one evening I caught myself turning my head to check for bikes in the bike lane, before remembering that I was a bicycle in a bike lane.