I'm a racer from way back.
That's why they call me Dashing Dasher.
;-)
LOL! Good for you! They just call me crazy. Only two tickets in my life, though. One when I was 23 and one when I was 53! I did get stopped again, but the officer made the mistake of asking how I was. I had been driving for 9 1/2 hours without a break, needed to go to the ladies', was hungry, had to make the trip back in a few days, and had recently returned from California. Poor guy's eyes glazed over and he told me to drive safely and he rushed back to his cruiser.