Riding home on a hot night out in the middle of the street, monster mobile machines whizzing by, their mirror brushing my head, while ever looking forward for the parked machines and the swinging doors.
Give the monsters space, for any battle with the metal monsters will be a lost engagement.
Be patient. There is plenty of time to maneuver around the behemoths with their racks and fins standing head and shoulder tall. Blocking the sun. Give them room to graze and weave through the concrete jungle.
Even in the grocery, if I am too closely followed, I speed ahead or even turn down a different isle to get away.
Everyone needs some personnel space. Space to maneuver.