The Concuspidor:

I wonder what it's like to be picked out of the crowd and waved at by me? Pretty damned overawing, I should think. Particularly for a rank nobody, excited to be sharing the street with what must seem to them to be a walking legend. Like these simple city-folk, I should think I'd be so impressed by it all that I wouldn't even know how to wave back. They are stupified by me, yes, that's what it is. I can understand that.

One more lap should do it. It's important not to leave any streets out and thereby inadvertently cause offence by denying anyone the chance to admire.