I was behind a Jeep stopped at a red light, and the passenger door opened. A woman leaned out and said, “Excuse me, Mr. Biker, can I ask you a question?” Seriously, that’s how she addressed me. “Yes ma’am.” “Do bicycles have to stop at stop signs?” she asked. Here it comes, I thought. I hadn’t run any, so I was pretty sure I wasn’t at fault.