Opinion: You're not racing, so stop driving like there's a trophy at your destination:
There’s no trophy waiting for you when you arrive at your destination. No cash prize, no leaderboard with your name on it. Did you beat the beige Camry to the next highway exit? Congratulations, I guess. Whether you’re traveling to work, the grocery store, Home Depot or Walmart, whether or not you arrive at 4:00 or 4:05 probably isn’t going to matter. At all.
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I also ride motorcycles. Have for a long time, actually. My first off-roader was a KTM 125 that was tuned to within an inch of its tiny-piston life. I must have honed that cylinder and replaced the piston and rings at least three times each summer — I didn’t know there was a speed other than wide-open throttle.
I didn’t have access to high-end sport sedans and luxury coupes until I worked my way into the automotive industry via words on a screen, but now that I have, I’ve come to realize that the only real way to properly and safely push any car to its limit is on a race track.