Big Guy in Big Truck pulls up and stops on my right. In situations like this I generally look left to avoid open window commentary.
"Nice night for a ride," said the amicable fellow. I readily agreed because it indeed was.
"Man these lights are long." I thanked him by noting that I was glad that he was there to activate the light. They don’t usually change for my bike.
"That’s bullshit," said the empathetic fellow. I readily agreed because it indeed is.
My spidey sense began to tingle so I asked him, “you turning or going straight?” I enjoyed a moment of terror as I realized the implications of asking a big guy in a big truck such a loaded question.
"Straight. I know you are too. But I’m pretty sure I’ll beat you off the line." I suggested he might be surprised, which ensured he WOULD beat me. Which is good because we avoided the conflict that inevitably would occur if he hadn’t.
I failed to give him the hour lecture about laws and predictably and safety. But we both left happy. I like being happy.