A friend of mine made that comment almost as a dejected-sounding aside as we were heading towards a traffic jam on the 401. I already had my four-ways on, and was watching my rear-view mirror for others who had not yet seen the blazing display of bright red about half a klick down the road.
The comment of course was directed at those who were pulling out of their lane to try and gain a car length or two.
"What," we collectively wondered, "is going through their minds?"
We collectively concluded, "Not much..."