Heh. Tough Chicks.
I got totally smoked at a stoplight by a cranky Saab driver this morning. She was first in line; I split up the lanes in front of her, got moving and the bike was a little slow, I looked in my mirror and she was way closer than I expected. she stayed behind me up to about 45mph then passed me when we were going 55, and glared as she went by. I wished she could have seen me laughing, since it might have changed her perception of the interaction. That's one of the problems with full-face helmets: they're intimidatingly impersonal because you can't see the face, and most people can't read eyes well enough (I'm good at it, and I have a very hard time with helmets).