You insult me with the driving thing. I live in fly over country and in years past I've put upwards of 50,000 miles on a combination of cars and motorcycles all over the world including track days with the motorcycles. I drive it like I stole it (regardless of what I'm driving or riding) everywhere I go. Driving is a sport to me whether that be on the track or through a tight set of curvy roads or even in the city when possible. The Alps are probably my favorite place for this kind of activity. If you are freaked out by the driving here in the US then you should never go to Europe. Running down a mountain pass at 9/10 of what you are capable of on a track and knowing that if you get it wrong you are going to go over the edge on a 180 degree turn and not touch down for at least 3000 feet to the bottom really gets the adrenaline flowing. Picture that, then picture getting passed like you are standing still by the local talent and you get a drift of how other people view motor sports. There is an old saying: if it can't kill you, it's not a sport. And I have not been in an accident in over 40 years. That was a fender bender. We won't even talk about running down the Autbahn are 170 mph and having cars come up on you at 30-50 mph faster than your are going. Better get the hell out of the way AND fast.
Yeah, the way many people drive here in the US it seems that the only requirement for a license is the ability to fog a mirror. I pity those who lack the capacity to absorb the inputs associated with operating a motor vehicle and I think they should park it and consider public transportation. My problem with drivers is the opposite of yours. I think most people should have their license pulled. Especially when they are following me through snowy mountain passes and they STILL can't keep it on the road.
Just a different perspective. I've never been a cliff jumper when skiing but I know people who are. The difference between them and me is skill and practice. Perhaps that is the difference between you and those who you denigrate.
If you haven't guessed, you picked an open sore.
Now as far as money in shooting, whew, I shoot off a Rodzilla or I could have been tarred with that SEB brush.