how's this for a traffic queue, which i encountered on my way home tonight.

think wacky races ...

and in the lead and setting a stunning pace of 15 miles per hour we have ned the farmer in his vintage tractor with square wheels, carrying a full load of manure;

but close behind is brenda, at the wheel of her empty double decker bus and taking time out to nonchalantly chomp at a mars bar;

in third place, and determined to stay there forever, is fred, wearing his sporty trilby and driving gloves and pushing that rover hatchback to its very limits;

and so on, and so on ... a snaking queue of at least fifteen cars, none of the drivers prepared to overtake anyone else.

it was easy for me, though - i was on my trusty motorbike, thank goodness!

(checks watch)
now let me see - i wonder if any of them have made it home yet?