I have certainly never traveled "in excess of 180 mph" in a car, although once upon a time in Montana I got a minivan rental up to 107. The little devil who always sits on my left shoulder was cheering & whipping the horses, while the little angel on my right wept and wet her pants. Over all, quite a thrilling 23 seconds or so.
I used to live about 3 miles (as the crow flies) from the RIR track in VA. On a hot, still summer night, you could sit on my back porch and hear the engines rumble & roar, very like the ominous growling that precedes a major thunderstorm, also quite thrilling. I know absolutely nothing about NASCAR or other car racing, but anything that involves high speed, explosives, very loud music and a dangerously accelerated pulse rate... count me in.
Which, now that I think about it, might go far in explaining the level of "success" (or lack thereof) I have attained during these oh-so-long decades of adulthood... Hmmm.
-- Blue