@SawMaster
My Mother was a decent driver until she died, even in her late 70's, and she liked to drive FAST, and she liked cars.
(Dad couldn't give a damn, as long as it got him where he was going)
Before we the finished the interstate system in SC, the normal way to Charleston from the north was what they had finished of I-95, and then to cut off at Florence through the tobacco country, Lake City, etc.
Since our roots were up north, we still had to attend family crap up there, which meant late night trips to/from there on holidays, usually with my Mother driving too damn fast in some behemoth station wagon.
She would do 100 mph on those dark back roads at 0300, usually with most of us sleeping. If one of the kids was awakened and noticed the speedometer, you'd get elbowed awake and prompted to look at the speedometer.
One time I woke up just a cop was pulling my mother over somewhere in the boondocks in the middle of the night.
'Lady, do you know how fast you were going?'
(Stupid question, of course she did.)
My mother hadn't even fished out her license and other paperwork, when a hot rod with loud muffler drove by at high speed in the other direction.
The cop couldn't resist. 'Wait here, Lady, I'll be right back".
He jumped in his car and started after the speeding car.
Mom watched in the rear view mirror until he was out of sight.
'Wait, like hell!'
She was gone, and about 5 mph faster than she was going when the cop stopped her.
(THe road was basically empty, except for us, that cop, and that loud, fast car sent by heaven)