Sorry mate,

If it's any consolation, at my place the night of the creek track day dinner conversation went something like this:
Mrs M: Did you have a good time today darling?
Me: Oh yeah it was fantastic
10 yo son: Did you go very fast Dad?
Me: Nah, not really, not compared to some of the other guys (e.g. Triton)
10 yo: How fast did you go?
Dad: oh, 200 and something
Mrs M:
How fast? (sound of falling cutlery)
Dad: (sheepishly) Yeah, well i could probably have gone a bit faster if the straight was longer.
10 yo: cool
Teenage daughters: sick
Mrs M: You're joking aren't you? Why on earth would you be going that fast? What if something happened? (etc, etc.)
So Triton I share your pain. We're in trouble if Mrs T and Mrs M ever meet... is it a very big shed?