"What's the fastest you've ever driven - BE HONEST"
- I have pegged the speedometers on both my 1970 Corvette & 1970 Dodge Challenger RT: that be 160 the former & 150 the latter; as both are also modified/enhanced from their original stock build, those speeds are understated even - but, at such an velocity I didn't have the desire to note them precisely (was busy trying to keep 'car on the road'.) This was done on two lane roads with NO traffic in sight (obviously) so that had I 'lost it' the only human entity that would've been the worse physical wear would have been myself.
'No' traffic in sight is the operative word. If you have ever seen the 1971 motion picture (original version) "Vanishing Point", you might identify with the experience mine I am about to describe... Charlotte Rampling as 'Death' to my 'Kowalski' nigh on almost appended, my Challenger.
'Vanishing Point' still resonates within my soul, some 40 years aft it was filmed. It hasn't a single allure, but many. It is Kowalski, the Challenger, the music, the trip - and yes it is (was) the times - all of which made it very personal for me, having lived them.
So much so that in the summer of 2003 I retraced Kowalski's path in the US from Colorado through Utah & Nevada in my 1970 Challenger RT. It's a long, long ride but the scenery is still magnificent & the Challenger still dominates the highway and - to the point of my story - surprises the occassional state trooper like the one who eyed me just outside Eureka, Nevada - arriving but a moment earlier he would have heard me go by at 150 mph.
I was approaching the top of a rise (speedometer needle pegged) heading west on the two-lane road (unable to see the other side) when 'something' (common sense? fate?) beckoned me 'slow down.' Down to 95 by the time I topped the rise, I saw him: came face to face with a Nevada State Trooper's car coming toward me. Slowing down & whirling his steed around to pursue me, the thought entered my mind just as in the movie: should I?
Presently, I let him catch up to me as I held the Challenger steady at 65 mph. The trooper slowly passed me, looked me over, then went down the road just a bit ahead of me & pulled off onto the shoulder. As I passed him, he turned his car around & again headed back in the opposite direction away from me which he was headed when he first saw me.
As we both disappeared from one another leaving each in the rear view mirror the other, I had dodged ticket and perhaps even worse, while the trooper had an up close look at as fine an example of a vintage muscle car as was ever built. Drive it like you stole it? To be sure - that goes with the territory. Yet, 'live' and learn... and vice versa.
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