I spent the past week in the homeland of Wisconsin. Each day, I took two long walks through the neighborhood. Without exception, every single car that drove by moved to the other lane to give me safe space and waved to me.
I’ve been in Seattle for 10 years, and essentially no one is willing to cross the yellow line into the oncoming lane to give me space, and it’s rare for anyone to wave.
In my experience, this contrast pretty much describes the difference between living in Wisconsin and living in Seattle.