A friend of mine just canceled a trip to New Orleans because her husband's work banned travel across state lines unless you want a 2 week unpaid holiday / quarantine when you come back (it's a small, family-owned company of 50 or so people... engineers and manufacturing facility)
You gotta remember, not everyone is out there to push themselves, push their car or prove that they have a big swingin' dick. I save that for the privacy of the track (except for the dick part, which I save for the privacy of my bedroom. I'm happy enough there and don't give a shit what anyone I might meet on the Dragon thinks about it).
Some of us are out there for a nice, spirited run in the beauty of the springtime Smoky Mountains in a fun car with some nice people.
I care more about the safety of others on public roads than I do about pushing/scaring myself. I know that I've personally saved 2 motorcyclists from serious harm by keeping my car well within my/its' limits and being able to compensate for their screw-ups due to excess speed & dick-measuring on those roads. One numbnut on a sportbike was coming up from the Fontana lower bridge, rounded a turn too fast and understeered into my lane. I had to go off-roading to give him the extra foot he needed (his jacket hit my side view mirror). A Harley Fatboy carried too much speed into a turn, fishtailed and came across into my lane while locking up his brakes. I hit my brakes very hard and we stopped, face to face, with him about 1 foot off my front bumper. He took a deep breath, gave me a quick salute and moved off to the side (to clear his shorts and catch his breath, I assume).
Long story short: I don't fuck around on those roads.
