
It’s not exactly like being the money bag holding accomplice in a bank robbery, but I’m stilly pretty sure the law would frown upon it. On the other side, like holding a door open at the supermarket or getting a sympathy card when your pet passes away, it’s a nice little gesture. I appreciate the thought and consideration, but I also get the willies when I get the wave through. As a cyclist, courtesy can have consequences.

The intersection is on the side of a hill. Traffic heading west on Sleepy Hollow and south on Amsterdam hits a brake standing stop sign on a steep slope. Traffic heading North and East are going awkwardly uphill, not quite on the brink of rolling backwards without the brakes. I was headed South on Amsterdam, downhill. The SUV headed west, got to the stop slightly before me and was next in rotation to cross. They didn’t move. I looked at them and the driver behind the dark glass waved me though. “Maybe they ride bikes too,” I thought. Before I could clip my foot back in, they waved again. “Ugh,” I reconsidered, “they're trying to be nice in an antsy way.” This is where it gets scary. Hesitation is followed by impatience, which leads to carnage. Since there was a car across from me and a car across from them in the intersection waiting, I had to act.
