Rant: A driver yelled something at me that actually made me think
I was biking home from work in Portland last Tuesday, going up a pretty steep hill on 12th Avenue. I was in the bike lane, moving slow but steady. A guy in a big white truck pulled up next to me at a red light and rolled down his window. I braced for the usual angry honk or something, but he just said, 'Hey, your rear light is out.' I looked back and sure enough, the little red light was dead. I just said thanks, and he nodded and drove off when the light changed. It was such a simple thing, but it stuck with me because I was expecting a fight and got help instead. I replaced the batteries that night. It made me wonder how many other small safety things I miss. Has anyone else had a surprisingly nice moment with a driver that made you check your gear?