It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I don't recall ever desiring to go as fast as possible.
I'm one of the slowest drivers on the road. I mosey along. If you're doing anything too fast, including living life too fast, that creates sudden death. If I have to be somewhere on time, I make sure I leave early enough.
Even if I don't want to slow down, I'm slowing down.
My day starts at 4:30 A.M., and I sort of have two speeds: fast and stop.
I don't purposely speed, but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn't give me a buzz driving on normal roads, because I can't go fast enough. It's never going to be anything like an F1 car.
You don't burn out from going too fast. You burn out from going too slow and getting bored.
I'm 86 and my doctor used to tell me to slow down - at least he did until he dropped dead.
I think that we give the impression, to carry on your metaphor, that we go a little faster than we actually do. I'm fairly lazy so I'm always interested in slowing down.
It's not how fast you get there, but how long you stay.
The faster you go, the shorter you are.