i love driving..
i really do... actualy i find it orgasmic at times..i can not contemplate life with out driving/riding...
I love driving, too. Though I've been borrowing Herself's Saxo a bit lately, and that has certainly taken the joy out of it. My Celica, which isn't anything special in terms of power or special equipment, enables me to "feel" the road, and manoeuvre in a way which always feels positive and safe (even more with those new shocks!), while the phrase "pig on stilts" could have been coined for the Saxo.
The difference feels like being able to go around a bend on a smooth flowing path in the Celica, while the Sax feels like it has to do it in a series of straight lines. When I'm trying to explain to people why (say) parallel parking isn't THAT hard, I say it's about seeing everything in terms of curves rather than lines...but if many cars feel like that Citroen, it's no wonder that people tend to think more in straight lines and angles.
I expect that driving for the love of it will become a dying art, but there is enormous satisfaction to be had from doing a particular journey and driving it as well as you can: sometimes I "play games" like trying not to ever need to use the brakes, by anticipating hazards so that I can let the car's speed adjust naturally. Zipping around at (legal) speed is thrilling, but it's hard to feel the finesse when all you're trying to do is go Very Quickly.
But driving is definitely more fun when you're not doing it in a one litre shopping trolley.
I love driving.
I hate driving on the road in the UK, it's become a joyless practise.
I suppose that my problem with speed cameras and the overabundance of signage is that it has reduced the pleasure of driving in the UK, yes. Part of being able to rejoice in being able to try to do something as skilfully as possible is the ability to make one's own judgements, and that is taken away far more than I think is necessary by the way in which you're even told, for example, when - and by how much - you should be slowing down in order to arrive at the speed restriction for a village. I wouldn't dispute that we NEED to slow down for villages, and I often think that 30 is too fast for some smaller and more twisty roads in built-up areas, but to have to get down to 40 - and run the risk of being speed camera-ed of you don't - on the way down to 30 by a particular point on the road feels deskilling.
Driving in France, where they DO have cameras, and where speed limits are broadly similar to here, feels like much more fun. There isn't the sense that you are not trusted to make your own judgements that I get here.