Biking home today I have a small but steep 35 foot climb. As I'm climbing, a car comes behind me. He's polite and gives me plenty of space. I get to the top, then I hear a voice from the car. Being used to Florida jerkiness, I think the car is yelling rudeness at me and mentally prep myself to ignore ...then I hear the tone and realize they are being cordial and telling me about their daily run up that hill and how it's so small but it'll kill you with the steep.
We shared a laugh, said our niceties "have a great day " and continued.
I love this city.
