The lads and lasses around here tend to drive in the centre or on my side until they figure out (quite at the last minute) to move over just a bit. So on my jaunt yesterday I was overtaken twice in restricted areas where I was on the limit and then had the happy opportunity to trail someone who straddled the solid white line foe some kilometers but THE BEST BIT was coming round a bend to fine some chap alongside a tractor who, seeing me dived into a drive way which I thought might have been his until I checked my mirror, only to see him swing out and go on his merry way.
