My family is going through a rough patch right now. I wanted to be alone in my apt but one of my buddies was throwing a party so I did the next best thing: I took my car for a long drive. At about 1:30AM, I'm on the highway, in the middle of nowhere (seriously, IA has plenty of nowhere) doing 70mph. I notice that I haven't seen a car for close to ten miles. I cut across a grassy median (where highway patrol like to sit) and head back; no cars again for 10 miles. Okay, it's safe for me to let my girl stretch her legs. I pull over to the side, manually shift into first then back to D, turn on the brights and flash the TC. I floor it and the car just leaps ahead....70....80....90...100. I hit 125 and realize, I don't have a limiter but I shut down just under 130. It was fun, demonstrated what my car was capable of and was very therapeutic.

~THT

Umm coo.....

The scary thing is that assuming the car is in tune and you're not going uphill, it would have gone over 140!

I can only imagine how much more enjoyable that would have been had I been driving a 5spd (or 6spd). Nothing quite like driving a manual to push other thoughts out of your brainpan.

~THT

I have had my car up to 115, it take too long after that. Our 3rd gear it way to long.

I did that last Saturday night. Just felt lonely so I took my Max up 281 N above SA in TX, and let 'er rip when I found a wide open empty stretch. I hit about 122 when I remembered how much gas costs and let off the pedal. Kind of odd, I passed a bunch of Harleys after that, and when I got back home I learned that a friend of mine who rides a Harley had just died. He probably died right around the time I was out driving.