For your convenience (so you don’t have to find that little conversion table in your organizer), dividing the speed in miles by 0.6215 will give you the speed in kilometers…
See, I always calculate miles from KM’s by dividing by 1.609, so I figured: “It’s the other way 'round now, so I’ll have to divide 1 by 1.609 to get the correct conversion factor”.
OR, if you’re not as mathematically challenged as I am, just MULTIPLY by 1.609 in the first place
I recently sold my 1996 Volkswagen Passat (with the chip and a V6) to my brother - I’m sure he’s taken it faster than I did, but I got it up to 135 mp/h (217 km/h) on Route 80 - the steering wheel wasn’t even shaking. Got a hefty speeding ticket for it, too ($225 and some points).
The fastet I’ve been has been 110 MPH when a jerk was going as fast as that and I was pissed, so I followed him. Keeping up in a Ford Escort, go figure!
And I won’t be doing any converting, thanks. The board is based in the USA, so I believe that you should adapt to OUR units of measurement, not the other way around!
I don’t think I’ve ever been in a car that has gone over 100 MPH, but I once rode as a passenger on a motorcycle that was doing about 140-145 MPH, and that was not even topped out.
Shadowfox
“Most people would succeed in small things, if they were not troubled with
great ambitions.”
230k (143mph) in a Volkswagen Passat on the Autobahn in Germany. Loved to go really fast when it was my turn to drive to lunch with the old farts I worked with, just to watch 'em squirm at having to sit there, not in control, and with a woman (GASP!) at the wheel.
Did I mention it was a rental car?!?!
Here in the USA, I’m too afraid of the speeding ticket (read insurance rate hike, esp. as I now live in NJ), so I haven’t taken my 911 over about 125mph. Would love to see what it can really do. Wish I still dated that judge!
I did 110 mph in a Volkswagon Rabbit in the middle of the night on I-70 near the Colorado/Utah border.
As I topped a hill about 2 miles inside Colorado, I passed a car parked on the side which had some sort of structure on the roof. “Uh-oh,” I thought, “Busted!”
In my rearview, I saw it pull out onto the highway. “S**t!”
I was petrified to brake, not only to confirm to the cop that I was going too fast, but because I might lose control. So, I coasted down to 55.
The other car catches up to me a couple of minutes later. But instead of pulling me over, he passes. Then I see: it wasn’t a police light array on the car, but ski racks! I’d been scared by ski racks. “F**k!”