It’s just that I experienced both extremes of Attitudes Toward Cyclists during the same ride:
Take One: After work, I’m part of a large bicycle flock occupying the majority of N. Vancouver Avenue. As we approach the corner of Vancouver and Mississippi, two pedestrians start cheering. “WOOOOO!! No fossil fuels, all RIGHT!”
Take Two: Intersection immediately before crossing the Broadway Bridge into downtown. I’m in the bike lane, waiting for the light to change, next to a truck. Two helmetless cyclists approach — coasting fast against the flow of traffic, giggling. One yells “Sorry!” Truck driver leans out of his window and addresses me: “You understand I don’t feel bad when types like that get run over.”