I must confess that I usually drive like an old man too (hell, my other car is a Volvo.) I usually obey the speed limits and most of the time (traffic and conditions permitting) I actually drop down below the posted limit. I'm just never in that much of a hurry to get where I'm going. I did some math years ago that showed me how much time I'd save by doing 15 above the posted limit as opposed to 5 below. In most of my travels the time saved was minimal (a minute or 2) and the difference in the anxiety level when I was going at or under the limit was substantial. Not only that, but it seems that I always (well, maybe 95% of the time) end up catching up with the folks who passed me up at the next traffic light. Most of my play time takes place at the track.
Now, with that being said, I do admit to an occasional need for speed. I purposely and knowingly have a little fun with my cars on the street. Most of the time they are short bursts designed to humiliate some kid with big ol' fart pipes on his car. I will also admit that I've had the Shelby right up against the speed limiter of 158 (before I had it disabled) but it was north of Cheyenne WY on a stretch of Interstate where I could see 5 miles ahead of me with no traffic in front of me and nothing but fields on either side. I always take into account the prevailing conditions, and if I do get caught, well, it's just the price I pay to play. It's no one's fault but my own, be it intentional or not, and I am fully aware of and willing to accept the consequences of my own actions as long as no one else gets hurt.
I won't get into a car if the little woman is driving. It's part of my survival instinct.







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