Sometimes when I am biking to work I get the impression the cars behind me can get impatient. The cars, now, not the drivers. Really.
When I am cruising down a big hill sitting on my brakes, and not moving over because of too many parked cars, I can hear them back there. Waiting, watching. Almost feel the metaphorical tail swish as they huff and pace waiting to blast past me on the narrow stretches. When the narrow spaces open and they are free, the growl of the engine speaks for itself, and I flinch hoping the angry car doesn’t pounce on me for punishment, for making it wait.
Or, I find riding to work both boring and stressful simultaneously, and diesel cars are loud. Either or 🙂