Yep, just like CA, I live in hills at 600 feet with pano views of coastal mountains riddled with lovely forested pine and redwood-lined twisties, most protected from development of any sort. Therefore I never own a sports sedan larger than "compact". I drive those toads with moonroof open usually, F sport exhaust barking, feeling the power, handling and fresh air. Sports car country as they say, 2 hours of twisties will put you at Pacific Ocean. And I get to skip the oppressive speed traps thankfully (those were mostly legislated out decades ago in CA, for reasons mentioned).