I was riding to the coffee shop, one snowy/rainy February morning. I was on my teal Jamis fixed gear mountain bike, the Miami Vice, with two blinky lights flashing on the back and my Cygo Light on the front. I got behind a Prius, on Iliff, and followed it through the neighborhood as it made every turn I make to get to Kaladi Brothers.
The car went straight on Warren as I turned up the alley to get to the coffee shop. I parked the bike, turned off the lights and went in.
As I stood in line, a lady walked in the door and took her place in line behind me.
"Is that your bike?" she asked, pointing out the window.
"Yes," I replied.
"Wow! Your light is brighter than the headlight on my Prius!" she exclaimed.
"I find it cuts down on the collisions with other vehicles if they can see me," I said.
"Well, I could certainly see you in my mirror," she said.
That's why I run the big lights.