Don't people who drive corvettes flash their lights at each other? I drive an old P/U truck. Sometimes I experience Automobiledysphoria along with my gender dysphoria. It would be a lot cheaper if I could just buy the corvette! In all seriousness, isn't it nice to know we aren't alone in this universe? At least when it is in a positive way. When I was young, neighbors smiled and waved: coming to an intersection (in my dream corvette), I could see the expressions and eyes of the other driver and know their intention of stopping or not. Today, the other driver is on the phone, behind smoked out windows. We live in secluded lonely suburbs, rarely venturing out for human interaction. I remember the few times that I have actually interacted with other humans in a non-business situation. Mostly they are fond, vivid memories in a life of too much social isolation and the grey sameness of making a living. I wonder if those corvette drivers make the occasional friend, develop a sense of community, feel empowered because of the simple act of acknowledgement? Gee, we ought to vote on it and if the "friendliness" resolution passes, we will put a chapter on it in the Trans handbook we all get!