This must be the only city in Australia where the right-hand lane goes slower than the left-hand lane. (Also, the taxis go slower than the other traffic, which is unnatural.) You see cars queuing up for kilometres in the outside lane. At the front of the line there’s usually an old bloke wearing a hat or a young short-haired blonde, or sometimes an Asian, but not always the same one (I think), out for a Sunday drive. Move over, pea brain. This morning, I managed to pass, using the inside lane, the bottled-blonde holding up the traffic and, feeling community-minded, moved across in front of her and drove a little slower than what she wanted to go. She became quite animated and eventually moved into the left-hand lane to pass me, at which time I sped off. I do like to begin my day by enjoying a small victory and by performing a community service at the same time.