Apart from the rather curious driving habits of them wot live in the Wirral, I had time on the M40, M42, M6 etc to contemplate one of the mysteries of life:
Why do people lurk in your blind spot? Is it a thing like the V-formation of geese? Are they happier just following you along watching your progress ten metres from their nearside corner? Why don't they just get on with it and PASS?
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