Hell, on one of my rare December rides a whipped up to a stop sign at a T intersection, where a geezer and his wife were already stopped. I had my turn signal on indicating I was going in the same direction as they. When I tried to go in front of them as they plodded out he refused to let me in front, both of them giving me dirty looks. Thankfully they were going so slow that I passed them on a double yellow using about 30 feet of road. What were they thinking? That if I were in front I would be slowing them down? Or perhaps, aware that I was sport riding, they fancied themselves as Vigilantes Against Going Into Nuclear Acceleration, or VAGINAs.