I don't speed all the time. I always slow down to a reasonable pace through towns, but the urge to speed is always there.
Last fall, my impatience made it a little harder to make new friends with Kevin and Noreen at the Spring Gathering, because I got tired of following and blasted by both of them on the Blue Ridge Parkway. Luckily I apologized profusely, understanding that it was not a nice thing to do. We are friends now.
When leading our club rides in the mountains, when I know that we are not turning anytime soon and the others can't get lost, I will sometimes race ahead, hitting the curves as fast as I feel I can safely pass. Then stop on the side of the road to let the others catch up.
On the highways I find it amazing that my little 198cc scooter can not only keep up, but pass the cars around me. I often pull up behind a car, find an opening and race past. It works especially well going downhill, of course, but it is a blast for me. I find it to be sporting, to make my way through the traffic as fast as I can, safely. We all have found our way to get out kicks, I do it on a scooter.
The innocuous new speed vessel, Razzo.