I was headed north on Bute. A tallish brunette of light Mediterranean complexion with braids, wearing (I think) brown boots, you stopped your bike in the road to let me take the turn east on W. Pender, as the light was changing against me. Sadly, another bicyclist cut in front of me instead, and I grimaced and mouthed "sorry" to you (not my best moment). Thank you, gracious lady, for your consideration to a suburbanite out of his element. I don't drive into Van much, and your momentary kindness really made my day. I trust you arrived at your destination safely. May all your journeys end in triumph, and the wind be ever at your back.