A few years back, I owned two cars: a restored project Mustang that was mine since high school, and an E30 BMW that had been fully decked out for racing on the track. The Mustang was a fine car... for a while. Eventually, as project cars often do, it devolved into a never ending cycle of repairs that totaled up to more time and money than I could spend. So I did what any self-respecting car guy in that situation would do: I drove my track car on the street. Every day. And continued to do so for an entire year.
The experience was equal parts cool, horrible, nerve-wracking, dangerous, and awesome. And somehow, I got away with the whole thing.