You know, you hit the Territory and in no time see those big signs saying 130 KPH speed limit. Fantastic.
But I am old so don’t want to go that fast and the motorhome rumbles along nicely at 110 KPH.
The roads are good and straight and you soon settle into a relaxed time with cruise control looking after things.
All of a sudden you see in the distance a white blob. It seems you are coming up on it fast. The blob turns into a square and you realise it is the rear end of a grey nomad caravan and he is dawdling along at around 85 KPH.
All good, will just cruise past him and wave as we go.
As you get closer you realise it is not just one grey nomad but one, two, three, four, five. And they are all sitting in convoy about 30 metres apart.
Now you have a dilemma. They are too close to take them one at a time without being able to pull in if necessary and a lot longer than a road train.
Frustration starts to build but inside a little voice says, “Don’t do it”.
Yep, amd that is when you pull over into a rest area and have a cuppa and let them go.

True story.