That should tell you that I travel around the urban core with almost zero conflict with automobile drivers. They treat me with respect. They pass me with plenty of room. They wait their turn when I have the right-of-way.
Then there are the overly-polite ones — true menaces of the road
Just a few minutes ago, coming home from downtown, I encountered one at the intersection of Kickapoo and Grand. I was coming south on Kickapoo and she was driving north on Kickapoo. She arrived at the stop sign well ahead of me and was signaling a left turn across my path. From the looks of traffic on Grand as I came to a stop, I’d say she may have been waiting almost a minute (a freaking eternity in car time). First come, first served. She had the right of way.
When traffic cleared, we had a quarter mile of empty road to cross — nothing coming from either direction as far as the eye could see.
She sat there looking at me.
I stood there looking at her.
After several seconds I took mercy on her and waved her into her turn. She looked relieved and proceeded.
Now that encounter was harmless. And, really, I do appreciate the politeness. But I appreciate being treated as a vehicle on the road more because sometimes these overly-polite drivers can cause real problems — especially when they are the only ones being “polite” and everyone else in busy traffic is following the rules. I’ve seen some very confusing situations develop fast because a driver — out of pure goodness (at least that’s what I choose to believe) — was trying to make life a little easier for me.
Seriously — this is the biggest problem I face on Springfield’s streets everyday.