In my youth (look, this was like a decade ago, I don’t speed much these days), I had a nice car with superb high-speed stability and a big engine (by my standards at the time anyway). It was a super beautiful spring evening, I’d just put on my grippy summer tires and the road was damn near empty. So I was cruising at 120 km/h and decided to overtake a bus going 90. Well it wasn’t very difficult to go from 120 to 180 in just a few seconds and then I coasted back to a more sane speed fairly quickly.
So when I got pulled over and the cop asked me if I knew how fast I was going, I said “I don’t know the exact number, I was looking at the road not the speedometer, could you tell me?” and was told they caught me at 120 km/h. Nearly sighed out in relief at that point.
In my youth (look, this was like a decade ago, I don’t speed much these days), I had a nice car with superb high-speed stability and a big engine (by my standards at the time anyway). It was a super beautiful spring evening, I’d just put on my grippy summer tires and the road was damn near empty. So I was cruising at 120 km/h and decided to overtake a bus going 90. Well it wasn’t very difficult to go from 120 to 180 in just a few seconds and then I coasted back to a more sane speed fairly quickly.
So when I got pulled over and the cop asked me if I knew how fast I was going, I said “I don’t know the exact number, I was looking at the road not the speedometer, could you tell me?” and was told they caught me at 120 km/h. Nearly sighed out in relief at that point.