I travel early in the AM through mostly residential streets. I often wave, though more often just say "Yo" as a greeting, loud enough to be heard. I do encounter some peds, cyclists, and drivers repeatedly and I give them names; over the years there have been "good buddy, "the fleet goddess, and "the stalker." Some I have met personally and know them as Louie; Ed and his dog, the Chief; and Marianne.

Sometimes I get friendly honks, but cannot always recognize the drivers, and sometimes people say they saw me, but didn't want to startle me with a honk.

Riding in China lots of people want to practice their only word of English, "Hello".

I generally respond in Chinese, using a lower but still significant percentage of my Chinese.

If I go out of the city to one of the satellite cities, I get a lot more. Where I live, just inside the 2nd ring road (there are 4), I dont get that much, though the country folk come up to the big city do stare on occasion.

There are very few lycra clad riders here, but those with nice bikes will often nod at me, and I respond. We both seem to get a kick out of that.

I often overtake electric scooters, so I dont really see their faces. Lots of petrol bikes go past me, and they often smile at me, especially if I have a fire under my tail and am going quickly. We are all denizens of the fairly cosmoplitan bike lanes here, though the petrol bikes are more often found between us and the cages. They form sort of a lightly polluting buffer zone. Every now and then I might draft a slower one at 40 - 45 kmph, the rider often looks over their shoulder at me and smiles, sometimes with a thumbs up. They do break the wind so very well with their size. Very few fast moving bicycles on my commute.

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On my commute I see a few regulars, maybe three, and we either wave or say something. They ride bikes specifically equipped for commuting: fenders, racks, etc. I wouldn't bother greeting any of the fixters I see on my commute though Also, any roadies I may see avoid any eye contact, I think they consider a bike commuter a lower life form or something. I think there is some cast system here at work in NYC: commuters, fixters, roadies, others don't acknowledge one another.

Is that a poorly disguised fat joke? Michael Myers caught a lot of flack for that with his Fat Bastard character. ;-)