This is one of my pet peeves. I know they think they are being nice to me, but really, all they have to do is drive in a sane, predictible manner, and we're all good - and safe.

Maybe I'm sensitive, but I get the feeling that they feel sorry for the poor benighted idiot on the bicycle - no car, no money, no friends,...{sob} I'm happier than you are, thankyouverymuch, and don't need your pity.

(Ahem.) Thank you for letting me get that of my chest. I feel much better now.

As for the BATs that block your lane, I fantisize about bunny-hopping up onto their hood, laying a cleat mark or two in their paint, then zooming off down the bike trail.

Of course, LWB recumbents don't bunny-hop. I can dream, though.