I went out for ride today… and found myself behind a Clover.
Actually, several people were caught behind this Clover. A wizened old coot in a silver Taurus held up about half a dozen cars. I was eventually able to pass the old bag:
Notice that even when the road widens and becomes a two lane – and the Clover could (and should) move right to let the cars behind get by – instead the Clover just keeps moseying along. Oblivious – or indifferent – to the vehicular arteriosclerosis it causes.