About two years ago, I got a 93 Ford Taurus beyond the speedometer’s 95 mph limit on I-5 in California. The needle was parked snugly against the limit pin and I was merely maintaining with traffic flow.
The car handled just fine at that speed - it had a heck of a shudder around 80, though. And maintaining with traffic is a good thing to be doing on a two-lane highway that’s perfectly flat and ruler-straight.
No race cars!!! Darn, the fastest I have gone is about 160 in a (at the time) late model stock car, a 1988 Thunderbird. That was on the front stretch at Portland International Raceway. On the street I pegged the speedo on a 1972 Javelin (over 120) on a 2 lane country road. I came over a rise and only a few hundred feed away the road made a 90 degree bend to the left. I was still doing about 70 when I went flying into a corn field. Messed up about 200 corn plants and the rear suspension on the Javelin busted through the trunk floor.
I got up to about 135 in my old Porsche 911SC. Then I started getting paranoid about cops. Got pulled over after passing a cop (going in the opposite direction) at 120, but he was only able to bag me for 85 in a 55 zone.
I’d expect a Porsche to be fairly fast, but what surprised me was the little '92 Honda Civic a friend had. She drove that thing 100 - 110 mph and it never complained. (Being worried about cops, I never got it more than 95 mph.)
I’ve been driving a souped-up, turbo-charged 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse GSX for the last couple of years. To be honest, though, I’m not much of a speed demon. I do like the fact that I can accelerate away from a stop like nobody’s biusness (having all-wheel drive really helps in that regard), but I just don’t get a thrill barrelling down the highway at insane speeds.
Once, just for the heck of it, I got it as high as 110mph. The car was handling fine and I felt I could have gone much faster (the pedal wasn’t even fully depressed), but the thought of something happneing at that speed, whether it be a blown tire, an animal in the road, a pothole, or what have you, just made me too nervous.
When my fiancee accuses me of speeding, I tell her that I’m not speeding; I’m just reaching the speed limit very, very quickly…
I’ll amend my OP for you, racer72 (I assume auto racing has something to do with your username). I’m sure you and other people who race cars could give some impressive speed stories. Go ahead and share them, too.
I buried the needle on a 1963 Chrysler Newport, so it was somewhere over 120. But it may not fit the OP, since I was doing this across the frozen surface of White Bear Lake, Minnesota. I’d bury the needle, then hit the breaks, crank the wheel, and spin until I felt like puking. how on earth did I survive my youth?
220-235 kph in Germany, many different times on the straight stretches of the Autobahn. Could never get the rental cars that I drove to go much faster than that, although there were plenty of faster cars out there than that, usually the big BMWs, Audis, Mercedes and Porsches.
In the USA, I once decided to see how fast my '70 Cougar would go. The speedometer went way past the top 120, I guess it was around 130-140. Late at night, long, straight two lane road. Got down to almost 80 when I blew through the red light. Problem on that car was that the brakes just couldn’t handle the speed the engine was capable of. Fortunately I didn’t kill anyone. Never did that again. That was about 23 years ago.
In my Saab 900 turbo (turbo was modified to a flip switch on the dash) it was not uncommon to be doing 120ish. Face it, in Wyoming the only thing you have to worry about hitting are big critters (moose, deer, elk)… That Saab hit 2 elk…
In my Ford Ranger I’d frequently do 90 with no problems.
What can I say? I like driving fast
Lead-foot but be a genetic trait…
and no I’ve never had a speeding ticket… thank the gods!
Something over 120 in a Saturn SC2 in Nevada. It started to “fly” around then, even though I still had plently of “gas petal” to go, so I had to ease back.
On my big cross-continent road trip vacation in 1997 (18000km in five weeks) I deliberately went through Montana just because of the “reasonable and prudent” speed limit. On a dry, empty highway in broad daylight, I found out my 1990 Camry had a speed governor that kicked in at around 115 mph.
After that, driving fast seems kind on anticlimactic. I get more nervous at much slower speeds when the roads are icy.
New to the board here, first post.
1998 Escort ZX2 speed governer disabled. Pulled over 136 in a 65. No ticket, let go with a “I’m gonna mail you a ticket”. In florida they don’t do that.
Now in my current car 98 Camaro Z28 155+ buried the speedo, sitting on the peg past 155. Going that fast across an 8 mile bridge you clear that sucker in a minute or so.
108 in my parents’ Nissan Stanza while racing in high school. Didn’t even realize it 'til I looked down at the speedometer. Never came close to that speed again (certainly not in a car I owned myself).
What are the odds that two folks would chime in with top speeds in Dodge Daytona Shelby’s??? Huh?! And they’d both be from 1988?
Put me down for 130 MPH in my 1988 Dodge Daytona Shelby Z on I-95 running through Philly.
Maybe we can add in a question: what was the fastest you were CAUGHT doing by the police? Got caught doing 105, but he wrote me up for 90. 105 = felony , and 90 = basic traffic violation.