On Sunday (yes, we have discussed the dangers of Sunday...) I saw a very wobbly bike line riding down a busy two lane street (with a divided median and weird intersection ahead. I am NOT sure what they heck they were doing, they looked like a group of organized beginners, who had all outfitted themselves well but were totally oblivious to the traffic around them. I was just trying to figure out how on earth I was going to herd this group into a cohesive traffic stop and give them a police lecture on sharing the road and the perils of traffic down here and shouldn't they practice up on the much safer and probably prettier bike path? when a white monster truck stopped (I was on the opposite side of the median, he probably did not see me in my police car), which effectively stopped traffic behind him. He waved this disorganized mess on until they had all cleared the funny intersection and were wobbling on down the road. He then drove fairly slowly behind them until they were safely in the residential area ahead, then went on, diesel engine roaring. I was like, Who Knew? Made my job easier, I just sat and made sure no anxious church goer decided to shoot HIM.
There are some courteous people out there.