I had about a week and a half off the bike, for various logistical/parental/spousal reasons. Back on today, and the legs are a little cranky about it.

Just before my turn onto Wall Street, a black utility pickup was about to turn onto Water ahead of me, from my right. I saw him and slowed, he saw me and slowed, we had that moment of waiting--and then I said "thanks" (his window was open) and moved just as he decided I wasn't moving and pulled forward.

Grins on both sides, a shrug from him, and I slowed alongside when he stopped and said, "That's about the politest interchange I've ever had with a truck." We both took off in good moods when the light changed.