I guess the reason I've gravitated toward this hobby follows along these lines.
In my earlier life, living in northern Virginia, either after night-school or bringing work home, I'd take one of my souped-up Honda Civics out for a drive in the cool night air to "relieve stress." There was this two-lane road in the Occoquan Basin between Woodbridge and Manassas -- a smattering of country estates and 5-acre horse-farms with some really sweet turns, a patch of fairly smooth dirt and gravel, some hills.
When I was younger, I had a lead foot, and now, I'm disinclined. Disinclined for keeping my insurance premiums low; disinclined at $4 per gallon; disinclined for an SUV that doesn't corner well and gets 15 mpg.
So now, I just sit here, tweak my computers and play "TrackMania" and some other racing games.
Maybe I just shifted my budget for gas, oil and parts-replacement into another pastime.