About 20 years ago, the speeding tickets started to taper off. These days, I sometimes find myself startled to realize I'm actually puttering through towns at less than the posted speed limit (gasp!).
It's not that I absolutely don't care about going fast, but I'm not obsessed with going fast all the time. Certainly on the track I want to go as fast as possible. I like winning. I may not win often, but I like the heck out of it when I do. But I've also thoroughly enjoyed puttering around on motorcycles enjoying the scenery. I'd rather slog along over a beautiful mountain pass, head swiveling to take in the scenery, than screaming through it focused on the roadway only. Generally speaking.