Couple of commutes ago.

I pass by 3 scrap yards. Big trucks, usually full to the brim.

He could have easily passed me, with plenty of room for both him and I. Instead he hung back the couple hundred yards for me to go past the left turn he was making.

For some reason this seemed like really nice thing for him to do.

and later that day, I found a route that ?might? be longer but cuts out a huge downhill and matching uphill as well as another set of hills, and a back road that shaves some distance but also gets me out of traffic.