Ha ha! The "patrolman knew me" story reminds me of an old Thump story (college days). Maybe I'll take the time to tell it one of these days. (probably nobody here will read it, but the memories would be fun for me!)Originally Posted by HideHunter
187 was my tops on the street and it sure upped the heart rate as I found out a flat stretch of highway ain't really all that flat! 'Course I was rolling on 60's technology also AND it was my daily driver, but I can't even imagine 220 on the “street”.
147 - police radar.. my daily driver.. you win..Edit: oh and for the record - the highway patrolman knew who I was - but didn't come after me.. Knew he couldn't catch me - and knew where I was going.. I later coached his boys in Little League..
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