The sight of an oncoming car is something that always brings a sense of unease. Cocooned in a vehicle and traveling a many times walking speed the connection to the world is limited and behaviour changes. A few drivers will do me the courtesy of dipping their headlights or slowing down a little, most do not. On occasion I have been treated to insults yelled from windows, hand gestures and an occasional thrown object. I very much doubt this would happen if they were on foot. The car has a disturbing way of inflating the ego.
To those drivers who show good manners and a little kindness to wanderers such as I, you have my thanks and my respect.