The first car/truck I ever drove was that cousins '63 International Harvester pickup with "three on the tree", that I've posted about before, on my grandparents (pops folks) farm. I was 13.
I took my drivers test at 16 in my folks '77 Buick LeSabre. Passed the first time. My regular transportation after that was the Camper Special with the cabover camper on it, until a few months later when I bought my first car from money I had in savings, plus money I had had been earning and saving from my first job at a local go-kart track.
The fastest I've ever driven/riden in a car is about 135 mph. That was in my '85 Mustang GT. It was on the main highway I still drive to and from work everyday.
It was in the early afternoon. Another Mustang was just getting on the highway on the ramp just to the right, and in front of me (it was an '84 GT). They kicked it down and started haulin'-a down the highway, I kicked my 5-speed down 2 notches and went off in hot pursuit...
The road was actually eerily clear of other vehicles.
The tested top speed (by Road&Track magazine) of my car was 135 mph.
As we were blazing down the highway (there was a good stretch back then that was devoid of traffic lights) I was gaining on the other car (that stretch of road heading north is on a gradual downhill slope most of the way) and I had topped the car out...not going any faster.
I caught up to the other car as it was exiting the highway. I looked over, and there was a chick behind the wheel smiling at me...!!!!!
Yes, I it was stooooopid, and any number of tragic things could have resulted from it.
It even left me jittery. Have never done anything like it since, but, what a rush...
It drives me nutso, too!! Their priorities are messed up.
