Terminalcoffee discussion
Random Queries
>
What's the Fastest You've Ever Driven?
date
newest »
newest »
You can drive as fast as you want on I-5. You almost have to if you want to avoid dying of boredom.
I usually max out around 90 the few times I drive "with urgency". I don't usually own cars that can move (*sigh, I'm dull*) and I lack the confidence in my driving ability to handle anything over 85-90+ mph neighborhood.
Once upon a time I got my lilbitty Saturn wagon up to 85, but since I got a speeding ticket once when I was doing 78, I don't go that fast any more.
Mod
What is the speed limit? In NSW if you are caught doing more tham 45km/h (aprox 27mph) the fine is $1,865.
Mod
Mod
The exchange rate is currently 1.0 AUD buys 0.998 USD.
We don't speed.
We don't speed.
Are the guns and speeding necessary for population control?
Or maybe there are gun controls & hefty speeding fine in Oz because our government picks up the tab on the medical expenses?
Maybe not necessary -- but highly effective.
King Dinösaur wrote: "I got to 120 once but after about a minute I got extremely nervous and couldn't maintain it."That's what she said.
110 on an empty highway with my dad's car (maaaany years ago), my car couldn't do that even downhill with favourable wind.Then I got a huge speeding ticket and my license torn to pieces by a very strict policeman for doing 60 on a 40 mph street.
121. digital speedometer in a eagle talon TSi on a lonely indiana state highway. like KD i got scared and shut it down coasting back to about 60mph which then felt like i was parked.
I think I went 110mph on the Autobahn when I was 18. I've done at least 120mph while working. I love when you get out of the car and there's that burnt smell coming from your brakes.
145 km/h (90) in a 1994 fiat punto. the car wouldn't go faster (the steering wheel got very shaky) and there were other cars around. i have never had a speeding ticket.
100+ in 25-35mph speed zones when I found out there was a fire in the apt building next to mine... and Robby was at home alone. I was rushing to get home from work, calling my boss while I was in the elevator to let her know I was leaving (didn't ask for permission).: /
I collapsed and cried happy, grateful tears when I got home and saw that he was okay... and wagging his tail, happy to see me (my apartment was a bit hazy and filled with that nasty smoke odor). I just hugged him and cried and was all shaky-like for almost 2 hours.
I'm so glad she didn't fire me. I got one of those "In case of emergency, please rescue my _(1)_ dog." stickers for my window that afternoon after work.
Awww, Heidi! I'm with Carol and Jammies! *group hug*
I did about 95 on Willows Road at about 2:00 a.m. once when I was in high school, in my parents' Pontiac Grand LeMans. Just for fun. That car had a v-8 engine, and was really heavy, I'm lucky I didn't have to stop quickly.
These days, I'm doing the opposite, checking the speedometer to make sure my car isn't going faster than I mean to.
I buried the speed gauge on I-90 in my Pontiac Firebird with the T Tops off. I think the gauge stopped at 120 but I don't remember.
I stupidly accepted a festival gig in Houston for the weekend I returned from Africa a few years ago. I was supposed to have about twelve hours to make it from JFK to my house and then to National Airport in DC. They wouldn't fly me out of JFK to Texas for some reason, so I had to make the airport to airport drive. Our plane was delayed two hours in airport in Johannesburg, then another two hours on plane. There were no customs officers when we finally got in, and it took forever to make it out. Then the baggage was messed up. By the time we made it to the car (which thankfully started) I had 3 1/2 hours to get to my other flight, and there was traffic on Long Island.
I'm not sure how I did it, or how I didn't get stopped in Zu's car at the time, a fire engine red Plymouth Laser (an Eclipse by another name). I remember giving an interview to a Houston newspaper over the phone as I drove, and having to shout above the engine. I had to call my guitarist and ask him to break into my house for my guitar and gig stuff and underwear. And I did get to run through the airport with no baggage (since my guitarist had it all) shouting "stop the plane." I calmed down at security when I realized the guy behind me in line was the pilot of my flight, so they couldn't take off without me. I made it as the gates closed, with my band already on the plane.
Definitely the fastest I ever drove, but I don't remember looking at the speedometer. I didn't want to know.
Holy hell, Sarah! I'm trying to do the math in my head, but seriously... you probably win for highest (and most efficient) speeding.
I feel like it was fate that brought me and that little sports car together for that one moment in time.
You are all much faster drivers than me, and I feel like less of a man.I don't know that I've ever been over ninety. However, I pretty much daily go close to eighty on I-43, the main artery into Milwaukee from my area. The speed limit is sixty-five and I aim for seventy-five but slip a little higher more often than not.
That "customs" thing is interesting, Pi. When NY had all that snow I heard they shut down customs for the night. Shouldn't customs be, uh, open when necessary?
RandomAnthony wrote: "You are all much faster drivers than me, and I feel like less of a man..."I wouldn't worry about it. Nascar driver Kevin Conway is one of the spokespersons for eXtenze, so it appears that going fast wasn't working for him.
I clocked 130MPH on an '87 Olds Cutlass Ciera, equipped with the sweetest fuel-injected engine ever fit into a crappy Olds. That girl shook like the Enterprise during a surprise Klingon attack, but she distinguished herself with honor.
I did this on the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey. At around 2-3AM. While mostly drunk. This was the summer of 1994.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Young and stupid. I was lucky not to have gotten pulled over. I don't drive drunk anymore.
I did this on the Garden State Parkway in New Jersey. At around 2-3AM. While mostly drunk. This was the summer of 1994.
Yeah, yeah, I know. Young and stupid. I was lucky not to have gotten pulled over. I don't drive drunk anymore.
Mod
Wow.
Yeah, I know. Trust me, I'm not proud about that.
Remind me someday to recount the story of how I got my pregnant wife to the hospital, as she was about to give birth to our daughter, in what had to be a land speed record. It's a long, funny, and frightening (for me, at least) story.
Remind me someday to recount the story of how I got my pregnant wife to the hospital, as she was about to give birth to our daughter, in what had to be a land speed record. It's a long, funny, and frightening (for me, at least) story.
Did 105 MPH in my old 74 Firebird. Probably what killed it.
Holy cow! When there aren't any trees or buildings it's easy to lose your sense of relative speed.
What's the fastest you've driven?