Driving back from the supermarket just now I was in the passing lane but, always my luck, there was some slow poke who I could not see up ahead. A line of cars, including mine, formed and began passing on the right. When the last car ahead of me changed lanes I saw that the hold up was caused by a guy on a motorcycle. First time I had ever seen a crotch rocket holding up traffic. He was not wearing a helmet and was weaving a little bit, in lane, and looking and reaching down. I thought he had mechanical trouble. When it was my turn to safely pass him I saw that he was texting on his cell phone. On a motorcycle. In traffic. Texting.