I'm 56 ~ (a "young" 56) December 13th 1946.
I truthfully do not enjoy prolonged very fast driving. In 1974 I was in an accident at a combined speed of 40 MPH. It scared the living you know what outta me! I walked away with a deep cut to the elbow and slept in my own bed, that night, thanks to my parent's 5,500 pound Imperial. Since THAT time, I have been a BIG car buyer. Granted, selling cars I drove everything, many of which were small. But they were free to me. When the wallet comes out, it's gotta be a BIG car. I firmly believe in them. I find prolonged high speed driving to be tiresome and not really time-saving.
I took the Townie up to 84/85 to check for driveline vibrations (none) and what ever other flaws were "on the far side of 60". Also to experience that speed in that car. I did the same with my Mark, when it was new. On the freeways & interstates I'll usually cruise around 60-65. Here in New Jersey, we have alot of traffic, so it's not exactly like Wyoming, Montana or the Plains of Texas. Unless it's between 2AM & 5AM you're gonna have traffic, so it's even sometimes difficult to use the speed control feature.
For what it's worth, my friends tell me that I am a speed demon around town, and slow on the highway. IF this is true {probably is} it also probably because I figure an accident at 35MPH would more than likely not prove life threatening, but at 75MPH....Well, you figure it out.
This here Town Car gets away from under you because it's so smooooth and quiet that you do not realize how fast you are going. It's so isolated from the road, pot holes and all.
The automatic windshield wipers came on today, and scared the livin' ____ out of me! It was like, "What the heck did I touch" knowing I had not touched anything!