“I’m so far behind I think I’m first.”
My spousal unit used to say this when he got home from work, in response to my query, “How did your day go?”
On our group motorcycle trips, my husband usually is the drag bike. On long stretches of open highway, he sets his speed control and eventually ends up well back of the pack. He’s okay with that – he’s far enough behind to feel like he’s first… but still close enough to keep watch over the family.