I stopped looking at the speedometer once past 130 but continued accelerating so I probably passed 140. Roughly 1AM on a nice stretch of I-75 in FL
Didn’t get to properly enjoy it though because I had to analyze the taillights of every car ahead of me to make sure they weren’t Crown Victorias :eek:
I refuse to answer fully on the grounds that the Wilkes-Barre or Kingston police could have long memories. Lets just say that some cousins had a business involving actual racing cars there were a lot of helmets laying around and now and then some McLaren or Lotus (or an odd gasser here and there) needed run a little. None of us got ticketed (we used to take care of a lot of the cop’s cars as well) but we got screamed at a few times.
I managed to get a bit over 100 mph in high school, driving my dad’s 96 Grand Caravan. Also on I-75 in Florida, near Fort Myers. There was some tire vibration between 65 and 90, but it got nice and smooth after 95…
We were crazy-late for the Judas Priest/Dokken concert at the Meadowlands – Priest were great, but I was going mostly to see Dokken. I did a buck-25 most of the way up the Garden State Parkway, but we still only get there in time to hear the last half of You Just Got Lucky and Don Dokken say “goodnight” to the crowd.
To this day, I can’t figure out how my friends and I all lived past 25.
I discovered the same thing in a 1990 Toyota Camry, in Montana in 1997.
Buried the needle on a speedometer which stopped at 120. In a Dodge Stratus.
Not on purpose, though. I was traveling from Virginia to Michigan, on a particularly boring stretch in Ohio. I looked down and saw that needle about .5 inch past the 120 mark. I panicked and started to move my foot to the brake - but then I got a vision of the brakes flying apart.
So I just covered the brake and let the car slow down on it’s own. During that process I heard a deep, muffled, wet-ish “pop” under the hood. I’ve often wondered if that was the moment when the head gasket blew. . .
Another wimp (or is that sane person?) here. I put 80-90; the fastest I’ve gone was about 85 on I-70 in MD. I was just cruising along and didn’t realize until I looked down how fast I was going. I immediately slowed down to 70-75. (speed limit 65)
I’ve been over 120 on my Victory Hammer but Motorcycles don’t count. Unfortunately, I’ve never owned a fun car but I’ve taken all of the truck I’ve every owned, even the four cylinder Ranger, over 110. There are lots of good, flat, relatively unoccupied places around where I grew up.
I can’t wait until I can actually go fast. I’m thinking about buying an older Viper for a reward for passing my P.E… Of course if I ever do that I’m probably going to end up in prison.
Having been in the passenger seat of one of these at 100+ (on a public road in the UK), and then felt the resulting spongy diagonal slew across the road when the brakes were applied, my hat is off to you for surviving.
Yes. 
Over 140 in the RX7. No speed limiter, aftermarket ECU. Car was fine. Power limited at this point to ~180. I think the gears run out at 190-ish.
80-90 for me. I like to live life on the mild side.
I did the Richard Petty driving experience at Loudon, NH and I think I got up to 125 or so.
:smack:
I forgot the time I hit 160+ in a RX-7 in the middle of Scotsdale Arizona.
Very fast, very fun car.
120 in my uncles IROC-Z ('88) on Rt 128 between Beverly & Gloucester MA. I was young, and dumb. Thankfully the cop that decided I was going too fast was on the other side of the highway, and I was able to exit the highway long before he caught up. I have no need to go that fast again.
Re: 1970’s Jaguar E Type
Yeah, recalling the conditions it probably wasn’t the wisest decision I’d ever made but I was 17 at the time.
The Cayman was amazing at 149. It had some left but I was running out of road. With a minor brush of the wheel it would perfectly move from lane to lane with complete control, just like at normal speed. Obviously, it was doing exactly what it was made for.
With the 455 cid Riviera the speedo went to 145. Took it past that to the edge of the dial then buried it into the dashboard. I’m guessing 154 but there’s no way to know exactly. It though handled more like the Lusitania.
171 in a 2002 Chevrolet Corvette convertible. The car is (was) electronically limited to 165 (IIRC) until I bought a Predator. Ran out of William Floyd Parkway before I could see if I could go faster.
The fastest I have personally done is 135 km/h (83 MPH) in my mom’s Chevette on the 401 just east of Holt Road. That was as fast as I was willing to push the car, because it began to develop a dismaying shimmy. I was still being regularly passed.
About 110, on a long straight back-country road in central Illinois. I was driving a medical courier route in a company car, a Toyota, I think. I was running late for one of my hospital stops and decided to make up some lost time.
Not something I’ll do again.
I got a nasty shimmy on my old Yamaha XJ600 one night at 125 mph. The R1 doesn’t do that – at least at 110 (casual passing on the freeway). I haven’t seen how fast it will go yet.
Over 120 mph in a 1962 Bonneville, on the Richmond-Petersburg turnpike. Same year.
95 mph in my 1989 Hyundai Excel hatchback. I don’t think it would have gone much faster. I was 18 and thought I’d see how fast I could go, just for the hell of it. Looking back, I can’t believe that even as a dumb teenager I thought that was a good idea.