He used to race experimental cars. He was in a horrific crash on one of those salt flats and his personality was permanently changed. He went from being pleasant to the person I knew him as-- cold, strange and reclusive.
Turns out he was coming in to the office just long enough to use Excel to run a calculation. He was designing a helicopter where the jet engines were on the tip of the rotors and you stood in a can above the whirling blades. We called it GarbageCopter.
Anyways, he eventually gave up and bought a gyrocopter. He flies that thing all day, every day. Just circling in the pattern at our airport at 1,000 feet and 20 knots.
He is very old and blind on one side. I have no idea how he got his health check. I am pretty sure he will be a statistic someday, but at least he's doing something he likes.