Riding N on 4th Ave downtown this afternoon, went through an intersection with nobody behind me and just as I got through, my pannier jumped off (stupid user error). I heard it and had rolled probably 20 feet beyond it before I stopped, turned and saw it lying there, all forlorn and ridiculous, with a line of traffic coming up behind it. The driver in front of the line just stopped and waited while I whipped around, parked the bike and darted out to grab it. I gave a sheepish, sorry wave and he nodded a friendly, understanding reply and not a single car in the line behind him even honked. It was a whole big, stopped line of nice drivers. I love this town.