Each and every American is born with an inner competitor somewhere inside them. Some wear it on their proverbial sleeve, while others have it hidden away deep inside. Some allow it to rule their lives, while others choose to boast of its hidden nature.
Some say that this competitor stigma is absolutely not a part of their makeup. They will blatantly puff up their chest and draw a line in the sand proclaiming no competitive fires burning within, not even an ember.
Well, I revert back to my opening statement. Hogwash!
Let me give you an example that proves my point. Have you ever traveled a highway that includes the alternating passing lanes? Those sometimes three-way lanes prove that even the most elderly of ladies, even the farmer men with a load of feed, plus the young sixteen year-old who is just learning to drive are all closet competitors.
Many a time I have found myself following any one of the types of people listed, traveling at a leisurely pace (A pace I don't consider very leisurely). And just as you approach the moment of respite that you have been longing for, that temporary passing lane, there is not one human that doesn't let that inner competitor out for just a brief half of a mile. It doesn't matter what speed you race your engine toward; even that elderly lady dressed in her Mother of Theresa black will do her darndest to stay in front of you.
Now that is what I called competitive! The most combative single-player sport in the world is the art of leading the three-lane highway race to the finish.
Gentlemen and ladies, young or old, start your engines!
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