I bought a motorcycle just for the solace of isolation. Stopped at a red light, a distracted woman gently rolled into me from behind, no damage, just a little bump. She was horrified and afraid. She only tapped my rear tire, it didn’t knock me over and there was no damage, but in my leather jacket and black helmet I probably looked a little scary. She was a frightened mess. We pulled into the parking lot beside the intersection and she was shaking when she got out of her car, apologizing effusively. I was stopped at a red light and she hit me from behind, technically. And here I was calming her down, reassuring her I was okay. She was shaking badly and I was afraid she was going to pass out. I took her by the arm inside the diner, sat her down at the counter, and bought us both coffee. Turned out her son had recently been killed in the service.
That was 20 years ago and I think about that all the time, how that 50 something year old woman was already distraught and preoccupied. In LA drivers like her get honked at and get a lot of fingers.