I hate riding in traffic as much as drivers hate passing cyclists. I tried to make it easy for drivers to pass and get along their way. Yesterday evening, we roll up to a light where the sensors can't detect a bicycle. I've tried rolling over the demarcations in the pavement several times, to no avail. I see a car rolling up behind us, so we move our bikes over to the yellow-striped median so that she can roll up and trip the sensor. My companion waves to her to pull up to the line. She refuses. Two or three more exhanges of this occur. Finally, she rolls down the window and says, "I'm not doing it. I've been bossed around for 12 hours today and I'm not letting you tell me what to do."

Ah, ok. That's fine. If you want to sit at a red light, for oh, FIVE HOURS, then MAKE YOURSELF HAPPY.

I wanted to drop the subject and let her sit there for an hour without tripping the light, but we ended up having more conversation with her, explaining to her that we can't trip the light with our bikes. She then decided she would roll her car up to the line.

Evidence that if you act pissy about a bad day, your day is not ever going to get any better.