Here on the Central Oregon Coast, we have winds, fog, foggy winds, breezy sunshine, and rainwalls.
Hills, dales, passing lanes; farmers, fisherman, tourists, and lots of retired folk.
Here, Speed kills. Even over in the Willamette Valley, bisected by I5, with its attendant Weather, Speed kills.
A little urban car, designed for the urban lifestyle, is probably not a good choice for the fast-lane traveller.
In the old days, there was a 'slow lane' on the highways. You could flash your lights at a slow car in the 'fast lane' and he'd move over. Everyone could pass the slowest guy, eventually. Campers, trucks, and families filled the 'slow lane,' and we all got to where we were going. Shoulders were wide, and people stopped to help each other with flats, overheated engines, or a gallon of gas.
Motoring was adventurous. I treasure the memories of preparing for the eight-hour trip to Gram's in Yreka, CA. With picnic lunches, blankets and pillows, bottles, diapers, and a back-up of enerything. The trunk was huge, and the upholstered back seat was ample. Mother called it 'The Back Suite.' (If she could see my smartie - she'd say "Tres chic.")
A lot of that attitude remains, here on the Oregon Coast. There's really not too many places to 'fly.' Unless your're a kite, or an eagle, duck, goose, or a big fat gull.
Seawinds and bridges, narrow roads, busy towns, and wildlife all call for no stupid speeding. Enforcement rocks.
So, I guess I don't have much empathy for the fast drivers. I imagine metro areas have their 'zoomy' opportunities. But, is going really fast always really smart?