Of course I didn't. For a while, I stubbornly ignored the screeching brakes of cars behind me whose drivers had never in their wildest dreams anticipated that someone would take a change of lights so seriously. I was also very self-righteous about giving right of way to those engaged in roundabouts before me, and put up stoically with the snickering of my teachers who had never heard that there was actually a rule in some instruction book spelling out the correct way to do it. A third simply tried to reach for the gas pedal, which he pressed violently. He was fired on the spot, but the next one was not any better.
Someone wins, someone loses.
I wanted to be the one who survived, but I soon realised that he was right. This was indeed a game with victors and vanquished. Tennis and golf had changed in my lifetime from a gentleman's pastime to a deadly confrontation. If I wanted to graduate from my sedate tour around the block, I would have to get my act together. First I decided to brush up on some choice slurs.