Having driven from KS to Denver several times, and having lived in Eastern Montana an hour from nearest doctor and grocery store, I know the type of terrain being described here. In six years in Montana, we hit 3 deer and one fox, always at normal driving speeds. The deer did a lot of damage, but it would have been far worse at 110 mph than it was at 55. I knew a guy in rural SD who swerved to avoid a rabbit on a gravel road and hit the ditch at 45 mph. At that speed, the damage was minor and he wasn't hurt. At 110 mph, what might have happened? A lot of times deer are hard to spot until you are right on top of them. They are often lurking just off the road and sometimes they jump right into your path. That is probably the greatest danger. All it takes is one time and you are dead.
I know the thrill that comes from diving fast. I did that when I was younger and had more of a sense of invincibility. As I have gotten older, that sense of invincibility tends to go away. I feel that I have so much more I want to accomplish in this life, and I know that my days remaining are going to be less than I would like to have. I look forward to the day my daughters get married and perhaps have a child. How selfish would it be for me to rob them of the opportunity to walk down the isle with dad because he felt the need to go out for a joy ride? Or if you are young and single, imagine the pain your parents, brothers or sisters would feel if they had to put in the ground before you had the chance to make your dreams come true, due to something so silly as a joy ride? Is the thrill of going fast worth that much to you?