It seems like my last three speeding tickets have involved youthful moments like this when the radio is blaring and I'm singing my lungs out. Speeding seems somewhat appropriate at these times. Just me maybe.
Interesting you should mention that. I don't think I was speeding while Mustang Sally was playing. At least, I wasn't going faster than the general flow of traffic. However, I get to a light near my house and I'm in the right hand lane. I know that lane becomes a turn lane, but there's nobody ahead of me, so I figure I can easily move over. I generally get very annoyed with folks who use the turn lane to pass and them merge in at the last second, but I've got 200m, so it doesn't seem like a big deal.
Well, the guy in the Celica GTS the next lane over seems to think it's a big deal. As the cross light turns yellow, I hear his revs go up. Well, shoot, kid. You asked for it. Front drive, 180hp, 130lb-ft on wet pavement versus a WRX with wet-bias tires? See ya. I had completed the lane change before he was through the intersection.
I don't do stuff like that much because it is, well, very childish. But also very fun.
Of course my truly youthful moments were experienced while driving a beat up 74 VW Superbeetle. I probably would have tried it anyway in spite of the 54 hp motor that could top out at a grand speed of 85 mph (going downhill with a tailwind).
Actually, in terms of being fun to drive, my 88 Metro was second only to my real race car. Sure, it was only 45hp, but it handled great and since it only weighted 1600 pounds, the pickup wasn't terrible (would have been smoked by the GTS, though).