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seneca

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A 19 year old kid in Oklahoma was stopped ( finally ) by the OK State Troopers for driving his heavily modified 2011 Mustang at a clocked speed of 208 MPH !!!! While I feel sorry for him that he has to drive a FOMOCO product; there's just a little bit of envy in me that he did it. Come on you guys, we've all eluded the local gendarmes once in our hotrod careers, right? Tell us your story. The Statute of Limitations has probably expired anyway ( for us old guys at least ) and you can tell your story here.
 

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I did a "Smokey and The Bandit" move around a semi, to a state trooper who was trying to get me for about 90 on I-75. When he realized what was going on...I was exiting at the Southfield exit, and he was already past it.
 

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I was driving my 69 383-s fastback Barracuda that had a warmed over 440+6 in it. I got on it and laid rubber for a little while and then pulled in to the local boat shop down the street. As I was getting out of my car, a policeman pulled in behind me. He asked me, was that you laying rubber? It was either you or the truck that I saw.

I answered him politely....you know I don't have to answer that question. He was so mad. He ended up giving me a ticket for no insurance, didn't have my card with me.

Rod
 

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Ok, I had an '87 Conquest TSI with a 5 spd And an intercooled turbo, fun car for sure! I was on the M14 heading to work on Monday morning driving from Kalamazoo where I would spend the weekends with my gf. It was a 2.5 hour commute and I would have my foot pretty far into it in the areas where it was unusual to see cops. At this point I was doing close to 100 mph when I saw a cop in the westbound lanes who spotted me and probably luckily for me turned his cop lights on. I knew he/she wasn't going to be able to crossover into the eastbound lanes right away so I pressed it a little harder and got off on what I think was the Plymouth Road exit and where I proceeded to make a whole bunch of turns in a subdivision for a little while.
One other time there was no cops involved but I'll still never forget it. A buddy and I were drinking in Canada where the drinking age is 19 as apposed to 21 here in MI. When we were 19 we could be found crossing the boarder a couple of times a week at least. I had an '84 Chrysler Laser XE turbo, 5spd for this one and these were pretty fast little cars. We were returning from Windsor through the tunnel under the Detroit River where you could jump right on I75 and head for the suburbs and usually make it to Troy where we lived in about 20 to 25 minutes with little to no traffic. It was between 1:30 and 2 am when we got on I75 and there was NOBODY on the road, it must have been a Tuesday night. The digital speedometer in that car stopped climbing at 126 but we were certain we kept gaining speed and we both figured we had to be in the mid 130s when we hit a rev limiter which is quite violent at that speed. We pulled into my friends parents driveway after a 12 and a half minute ride from Hart Plaza. Man we're we stupid little adrenaline junkies back then, there's so much wrong with that story!
 

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Hey Matt, I can relate. We once made it from Hart Plaza to 17 and John-R....1n 15 minutes, on our bikes.

I've been riding liter[+] sportbikes, since the mid 80's. There were countless times that we blurred past cops on the northern interstates, from 150-185 mph. I was fortunate. I never got busted. Most of my riding friends did at some time.
I still have 3 big Suzuki's. This one is 181/104 at the rear wheel.
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Since I started this thread I guess I'll tell one on me. 1970, late August , early September I attended a business meeting in Toledo and headed home about 9PM. I lived about 50 miles south of Toledo and decided to take a different route home for a change of scenery. I had a 69 Road Runner, 383 , four speed. There is a very small town on the route that has one traffic light and one cop ( that I am aware of anyway ) and the traffic light is at the top of a steep incline in the middle of town and a right hand turn to continue through town. As I approached the light it turned red. I did not want to stop on the incline with a manual tranny so I decided to run the light since it was dark and no one was out on the streets anyway. As I rolled through the light I looked to my left at the only gas station in town and there was the cop apparently engrossed in paperwork with his dome light on. He glanced at me, threw the clipboard on the dash, turned off the dome light and cranked the cruiser's engine. I was not about to let this officer get close to me. I hit the gas and took off. By the time I reached the city limits I was in fourth gear and all four barrels were wide open. It is about 2 1/4 miles to the main four lane road, Route 20, across flat Ohio farmland with only a couple of small side roads to contend with. The moon was bright and I could see no other traffic except the red gumball behind me and he was fading fast but still there. The 383 was pulling strong. I have no idea how fast I was going because I didn't have time to look and the adrenaline was pumping hard. The road I was on tees into Rt. 20 and I had to make a left turn at the intersection. It is well lit and has a flashing red light for me and flashing yellow for Rt. 20. As I approached I could see a large double bottom gravel hauler waiting to turn left onto the road I was on. If he started his turn I would have to stop and it would be all over and a LARGE ticket; maybe even jail! I began to flash my lights. The trucker apparently saw what was going on and held his place. As I did a four wheel drift through the intersection, the trucker hit the gas and rolled that big rig right in the middle of it at a very slow pace. The cop had nowhere to go and had to stop. By that time I'm a half mile down the road with my lights off and turning on to a small county road. I stayed on back roads the rest of the way home and put the RR in the garage. Didn't sleep at all that night from adrenaline overload!!
 
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