In my younger days, I was driving home one night down I75 in South Broward in a 73 Challenger going about 90 when I saw a trooper coming the other way and saw him slam on his brakes and swing a u-turn in the median. Obviously, he noticed my excessive speed and was planning on nailing me. I figured, okay, I've got about a mile head start, let me see what she can do. I pegged the gas and buried the speedo. Not sure how fast I was actually going but it was easily over 110. Went past the first exit, the road gently curved, I killed my lights and took the next exit. Made it home - shaking like a leaf.
The other stupid display of speed I did was in a Porsche 928. My cousin owned the car and I lived with him. I had a buddy in from up northa dn we took it for a cruise. I remember taking an on ramp on I95 in Palm Beach County with my foot into the gas pretty good. When we hit the open highway, I glanced over at my friend. He was pale as a ghost. I said, "what's up?" He replied, "you just hit that ramp at 120 mph!" I said, "Feels good doesn't it?" At that point we decided to hit the Tiki Hut down in the Keys. I averaged over 110 mph the whole trip down there
