My wife's.......problem

Hello. My name is Random and I am an......oops. Wrong discussion. I'm always more than happy to talk about myself, but what is consuming my every nerve today is not me. It's my wife. My wife has a problem. Some might even call it an addiction, an inner demon, a progressive and uncaring disease. My wife, is a speeder. She has a foot made of lead. It may have nail polish on it with gold flakes, but her foot is made of lead. Like Sammy Hagar said, she can't drive 55. In fact I'm not sure she can drive 85. Her disease has caused our family to undergo enormous heartache and has personally brought about every grey hair in my head. Now I love my wife. She is my best friend, and there is truly no one else I would rather pick on, spend the rest of my life with. But holy shit. Where the hell does this end? She is the only person I know who has carried her addiction down so far. I'm telling you she has dug such deep holes that the assholes in China are even pissed. I thought that I had solved the problem some time back. I bought her a nice little luxury sedan with a four cylinder engine. For those of you who aren't car people, that means it is slow. But oh hell no. She's a winner and every person going the same direction she is, is destined to lose. Her latest debacle is still under way and while some of it has been taken care of, in one county, we still have one to go. Oh, I didn't mention that? She's a binge speeder, because one ticket is just not a big enough fix for her anymore. Now, the county I live in and all the ones surrounding it are overjoyed when my beautiful mate passes through, but I'm thinking that maybe a 12 speed is in order. Nah, let's make it a 10 speed. But, things could be worse. I married a beautiful, caring, redhead. She's not a drunk, a druggie, or a cheater. In fact she is certainly the sanest person in this crazy wedded bliss that we share, but damn hunny. Please for the love of god, and my sanity, slow the fuck down!