I like to drive. I guess I'm weird that way. Now, I prefer to be driving fast, but even tooling down I-90 with the cruise control set at 75 (five over the limit) is something I enjoy. As I get older it is getting harder for me to drive long distances without a break. I used to drive 20 or more hours and only stop to fill the car and empty me. But now I pretty much don't want to drive more than 6 or so hours straight at a time. Last summer I did a 650 mile drive in one day which was about 11 hours of driving. The next day I was wiped out.
Now winter is approaching and I'm also, in my old age, becoming a wimp about driving in snow. I used to be the guy for whom nothing stopped me. I was the guy who drove over Snoqualmie Pass in a Mustang GT without snowtires when the state patrol had chains required and did fine. But lately it's sort of like driving in slick conditions makes me nervous and just doesn't seem like its worth the hassle. Oh, I'll still do it if I have to be somewhere. But I won't enjoy it.
This worries me a bit. Will the time come when I no long want to drive fast? Yesterday I drove to a town about 70 miles away. The pavement was bare and dry the whole way. But for a long time I was stuck behind a cop so I had to do the speed limit. And I was bored to death. So so far I'm not turning into a slow driver on dry pavement. And I still enjoy the occasional burst of felonious velocity, although I haven't had the courage to repeat my highest speed ever (I'll plead the fifth if you ask)(but I have done 155 on a racetrack).
I guess getting old sucks. I do know my reactions have slowed (I don't play video games anymore). But I hope I never become one of those people who drive slow and block traffic.
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