Today, there was a lady in a mini van stopped at a stop sign, trying to turn out onto the road I was riding on. In my shadow, I looked like George Hincapie (all long and tall, which I am not), which made me think, hmmmm...the sun's right behind me, this woman probably can't see me because of the glare. Also, I can see her face, and part of her car is blocking her eyes, so now I'm sure I'm aso in her blind spot.

She starts forward, which means if she keeps going, I'm getting broadsided. I do my trick of yelling LOUD (not sure what comes out, some kind of "woah"), and she tilts her head back so she can now see me, smiles, and gives me a wave. So nice. I think she was glad she didn't squish me