About a year ago, I was crawling along in the middle lane of the motorway.I was following a Porsche when it moved lane suddenly, as if it had been caught in a powerful gust of wind.Traffic clogged all lanes. Yet, I wondered if I was missing something. Maybe I should move lanes, too?The Porsche moved ahead, about three or four cars in front of me. A bus came up my inside and I couldn’t move lane. Decision remorse. Damn, I wished I’d followed that Porsche. That’s probably why the guy had a Porsche. He saw opportunities, and he went for them.A signpost up ahead warned of traffic merging onto the motorway. The middle lane came to a standstill, and I crawled along, caught up with the Porsche, and at our slow speed, I had the delightful schadenfreude of smiling at the Porsche driver as I passed by.I crawled along for about a mile, watching the Porsche creep up, then slow down, always two to three cars behind. What if I had followed it and moved lane? I’d be worse off. I gave myself a figurative pat on the back for my patience.Eyes back on the road, I wondered what the hell was slowing us down. It’s always like this on this motorway. I cruise along at…