the crawl hour

Crawling to work on the Motorway this morning and I realised that I am getting old because, rather than madly dart in and out of the lanes like the bandanna (didn't that fade out with Guns'n'Roses?) wearing boy in the Xr3 (with stupid fog lights on) in front of me, I stayed in one lane.
And, guess what? I got to the turn off ahead of him.
Smug Tortoise in a Dad Van.