DRIVING today is a competitive sport for many. They have to be in front, particularly of smaller cars and, if they can’t get there because of traffic conditions, they wait for a roundabout to overtake on an outside lane and cut in front into the junction.

Until then, they sit on your tail, moving out and in again. Having scored one win, they go for miles behind the car in front to collect their next trophy, having gained little. I feel sorry for their passengers.

I learned to drive at 17 and still drive with pride at 84. I drove the full range of RAF vehicles on National Service and during the Cold War and Berlin Airlift era, but never earned my wings.

For eight years I covered 1,000 miles a week: 200 miles a day with a replacement car every year and it had to be up to the job. If and when I got home at weekends, it was locked away. I never crowded other drivers and treated them with courtesy.

George Appleby, Leighton Croft, Clifton, York.