I find nothing endearing about having rocketed with him in an XK-E through the French holiday traffic around St.-Tropez at 110-120 miles per hour. When I tried to explain my own concept of personal safety, he just said, ‘You must understand: What seems like a risk to you may not seem like a risk to me.’ He is, quite simply, so goddamn arrogant about his abilities that it’s never occurred to him that such speeds might confront him with a situation he can’t handle.