Motorcycles, you can have them and that's too fast for me.
Here's a little story though from my youth that I thought of today.
When I was a senior in high school a friends father owned a shake mill so we got the job of hauling shake blocks to the mill from the woods. We would get an early dismissal from school every day and head out into the woods with an old cornbinder log truck that had been converted to a flatbed. We would load up 5 to 6 cord, haul it back to the mill and unload. Now this truck was a gas burner and it burned a lot of gas, had two tanks and we used both of them. Hate to think about what that would cost today! Anyway, we were both in a big hurry all the time. Don't know why but on a certain straight stretch headed out of the woods road we would have to switch tanks everyday. The valves were on the back of the tanks so while we were going down the road I would get out on the running board on my knees, hold onto the cab guard and reach down and turn the valve on my tank. Then I would take the wheel and my friend would do the same on the drivers side.
Ah youth when you're invincible and not very smart.