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God how I miss those days! Now the NHP looks upon us civilians as a source of income.

120-140 too many times


if, the speedo is to be believed.


whatever the actual speed was, it was fast enough you'd best be paying attention.
the back end of my '71 Charger came around on me once doing so, but I was good and cool hand Luke to beat, so I steered into it, oops backend went the other way, steered in to that, oops too much, round and round she goes, road, rock, road, rock, road, rock. Whew got her stopped.

had gf with, so blessed we didn't get hurt

my charger and by best buds 68 GTO, we put em through some paces.

stupid kids we were

for my Alaskan friends made it from Palmer Cutoff to Ester in 3.5 hours driving time in the Porsche one time.

that was a white knuckled trip as well, and stupid me had two lil kids waiting at home

Close to 200mph on a Yamaha RZ500 Formula One Road Racing Bike.
It only had a tachometer and a gas light. Zero to 200mph quicker than a cat lick it's ass.
Danner's are the [bleep].

Lexington area?

I was wondering if you'd post up.

A few months ago, after 25 odd years of casually looking, I found a RZ 500 for sale--in MA, on Craigslist of all places. I called right away, but it had been sold an hour prior. Maybe a good thing, but if I find a RG 500 Gamma one of these days, it's coming home with me.

made it from Marina Del Ray to Las Vegas in under 3 hours and stopped in Death Valley for breakfast. Normally with traffic the trip is almost 5 hours @ 325+ miles.

I remember cresting the pinnacle hill with the odometer pegged at 160 and on the down hill it took about 30 seconds to start dropping. Had to be going 230+.

There were 4 of us...2 women... in one of those Toyota Supra Turbos. Was a round robin where one drove until the other was pulled over. We went through rotation twice.

Back then who cared. The freaking women were NUTS!!

By all accounts we 4 should be dead!

Hawk, that's when reality happens, buddy. Flip flops and in a full face was mine.

Funny, though. At my age. Getting the urge to have another big sit on top Jap bike, preferably Honda, to go out and kick Porsche 9xx ass again.

Yeah, those guys are fookin nuts. Best quote ever, Dave Dispain talking about Daytona Super Bikes,"These guys bring the family jewels in a wheelbarrow".

Been 155+ on two wheels, 120+ in four, with a steering wheel in my hands, not on the column! Passenger about shat his pants, I just about joined him.
Honda V65, FJ1200, and my 67' Camero.

Looking back, it's a wonder many of us survived our fearless and stupid years.

Come on, had to be the V65?

Fastest thing I ever drove, was in College, when I worked in North Georgia over the summer, we had a customer who lived over in Dalton... was attached to Hurst Shifters which use to be based over there back then...

I rode with one guy escorting a house trailer to East St Louis Ill, and then was to pick up a 71 ZL1 Camero for him and drive it back to North Georgia...

had a roll bar in it, racing seats with straps like in a P51 for seat belts... the spare tire was mounted where a back seat should have been... opened the trunk and the entire thing was the gas tank...

supposedly had an LS 7 454 Chevy under the hood...stayed with the guy who brought me up there until we got to Nashville...he decided to spend the night there... I headed back down to Chattanooga, and North Georgia...

Went down I 24, turned the dash lights down real low, put some CCR on the 8 Track, put it in 4th, and put the hammer down...

its 110 miles to Chattanooga, and I covered that, to include going over Mount Eagle in less than 55 minutes...

still at that speed, you hit the accelerator and that puppy's nose lifted up and the acceleration pushed you back in the seat..

could believe how heavy the clutch spring was on that thing...
car was street legal........ supposedly

called the guy Sunday morning, and he came and got it... gave me $250 for going to get it.. they claimed the car would do something like 175 or so... I didn't push it that far at all...

it had those front and rear spoilers on it, at the faster you went, the better it handled.... at 90 or so, it was like a big hand just planted it down on the road...

ZX10 Way north of 3 digits
900RR Way north of 3 digits

Bright yellow motorcycles do not have stealth capabilities. It's really difficult to explain away 110 mph on a back country road to law enforcement.

Sticky Dunlops and hot pavement make the front brake problematic at speed in the desert.

I roll on a vintage V65 now and find it prevents me from getting into so much trouble.

186

That is, if the speed limiting device in my Hayabusa works perfectly. I've held it WFO for long periods of time out on the open interstate and you can't feel anything that indicates that it's not still pulling.

By design it works off rpms in 6th gear. There's a device available that tricks it into thinking its in 5th gear which allows you to a obtain the top speed of about 220 but I never felt the need for that.

I seem to never ride the Busa anymore anyway as I prefer the Harley these days.

120, after I was done I thought about it and never went there again.

About 172. BMW 635 M1 german autobahn, rev limiter started kickin' in at about 278km/hr. Supposed to be limited to 270km but it was a little bit off.

around 180. Back in the day, we used to race from point A to point B, on a certain Florida Interstate. 25 miles. Run what you brung. Rolling start from 55 MPH. Radar checked for speed, but the first there was the winner.
I was in a 1965 Ford, set up by an old NASCAR mechanic. It was fast. Won many a race.

160

120+ in some old Chevy ambulances.

In excess of 140, old Ford Crown Vics.

about 150ish in some souped up job that ran on airplane fuel my buddy had. Could have been more. I was laughing too hard to really know.

Fastest (in terms of top speed) bike I ever owned was an '88 750 Ninja, it would hit a bit over 140. I did that a number of times. One time I was on it doing somewhere well over a 100 on Hwy 54 between El Paso and Alamogordo following a "pigeon" (a car that is speeding, he gets the ticket). Sure enough red and blue lights appear in the on-coming lanes and I wound it down ready to stop, but the Cop waved me off and got the car instead.

'Nother time, same bike, somewhere in Tennessee coming back from Quebec. BEAUTIFUL young woman in a white Ford Probe (a hot car at the time), long dark hair, cruise control, short skirt, knees drawn up/feet on the seat, dancer's legs. She smiles and waves (this reaction from women was not unusual with that bike) I drop back some distance, downshift and do the 'ol screaming pass at 135 (most that bike would do with luggage) and then weave from side to side, scraping pegs (you know, the ol' courtship display). She pulls out a camera and takes my photo from the fast lane, me sitting sideways on the bike, helmet off.

But.... anything over 95 on a bike felt sorta pointless. A weird combination of boredom and fear. At high speeds the road in front unfolds rapidly like a video game, and all you hear is the roar of the wind. Not much you can do but point it down the middle and hope there ain't a dead possum or something in the road. By the time you wound down back to 80 or so from 140, it felt like you were going so slow you could get off and walk.

Curves in the road and the navigation thereof is what counts on a motorcycle, and there's very few curves on legal highways that can be taken at faster than 80. That and the "monkey screwing a football" riding position was the reason I never did buy another sportbike.

Birdwatcher

178 Yamaha R1...

139. I wasn't driving, though. I had hooked up with a girl who had her daddy's car out for the evening and she wound it out on US 10 between Midland and Bay City. Mazda RX7 Turbo II.

About 109 on 2 wheels. It was all my old 650 Suzuki would do.