Do bicyclists really get in the way? part 2

 You had to wait 5 minutes for me while I finished
pumping my gas. I parked in front of your house, which was a real pain in
the butt because nobody wants to see a red 1982 Ford Escort out their front
window. My buddies and I drove to the gym during evening rush hour, and
caused you to be an extra minute late every working day because of the jam
near the gym. I got rid of my pennies at the toll booth, which made the
automatic counter take an extra ten seconds counting them.  My car alarm
went off when you leaned on my car to tie your shoe. Every other month, I
hit the "panic button" instead of the "door unlock" and it took me 20
seconds to figure out how to turn it off. I drove the speed limit in the
left lane of the expressway.
  I was Everyman in a white minivan.  You didn't notice ME, because there were
so many of ME, and because I was YOU, too.
  On my bike, I'm noticeable because I'm different, just like you notice the
neighbor who owns a yellow Corvette. But am I really in your way any more
than I was then? No. I'm just more visible. (and in a lot better shape than
I used to be)