I sincerely wish that drivers would treat me just another road user. Or at least ignore me, like they used to do twenty-years ago. Often though, I find that they go out of their way to treat me too well. From what I can tell, it is because they think I may do something crazy.
They assume I am just another unpredictable cyclist playing with his toy in traffic driving the wrong way with no lights or reflectors. Zipping through red lights and stop signs with aplomb. That sort of thing.
They don’t know what to do with a cyclist that follows the rules.
And what’s the safest way to deal with a crazy person that plays in traffic? That’s right. Maintain as much distance as possible from them and for heaven’s sake make sure the doors are locked.
So we all end up at busy all-way stop signed intersection. I wait my turn, two, three four cars ahead of me, two, three cars behind me. And everything is rotating merrily along, but when I get to the front, everything stops. Three drivers all wave me to go. After all, they don’t want to be the one known to have killed a crazy person.
And what am I supposed to do except play the fool and go. If I wave to the person that was supposed to go, all three wave again. So everybody is waving, but nothing happens until I go.