Can say the same about nearly anything driven to its upper limits.
Did the SF Bay Bridge to Evansville in 28 hours in a Miata. Wasn't even mine - driveaway car. Eight hours put me east of SLC, blew through Wyoming in the dark (part of it trailing two semis doing 105-110 mph), showered and ate south of Laramie, and slipped a HP pursuit at the eastern terminus of the Kansas Turnpike. Guy clocked me doing 100+ and turned on his lights but as he was headed in the opposite direction he had to drive on several miles to turn around - only time I ever opted or had occasion to 'flee' but had a serious head-start and was only about 10-12 miles from the end of turnpike. He must have been flooring it because by the time I reached the end (and multiple opportunities to exit and disappear), his lights were getting to be an increasingly frequent (if still somewhat distant/disconcerting) feature in my rear-view mirror.
Remember being about 20-30 miles from the IN border on I-64 when I looked down and realized I was doing 105. One thing to pull that shit out West, but in S. Illinois on a Saturday afternoon? Guaranteed minimum overnight stay in lock-up (which probably means until Monday to get arraigned), license forfeiture, reckless driving charge/fine and who knows what else. Throttled way down and coasted home.
Big fun. Asinine, but big fun all the same. And if I was given a Ferrari/Maserati/Lambo or whatnot to deliver to the West Coast, I'd probably do it again - only faster. Top speed for a Miata back then was maybe 125, and there's just not much there there - but all sorts of solid stuff out there now that'll do 180-200. What's a red-blooded American boy to do?
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