I’ve done that before. Something about doing it felt unsafe, but I couldn’t pin it down so I ignored that feeling and proceeded to announce my genius to everyone.

The best run I could find was 758 miles from southern PA to the Florida border. That's tough, but 108mph is on the edge of possible. 

First car was a first Gen Miata. When I got my ass handed to me by a Honda Odyssey that was not racing nor aware of my existence I mostly stopped caning it in a straight line. I realized how fruitless that was. 

They don’t do that to other people’s cars, and it significantly under represents the stupid things they do to their own cars.

Avid bicyclist here: Valid point, except exercise often = sweat.
During my work day I would rather not be sweaty, but since I work downtown might want to zip to a restaurant outside of walking range on a lunch break and parking sucks, not great public transport either.

I’m not saying he couldn’t have, but I’m not exactly sure he did a bunch of it. There was a profound amount of send it in Evel’s approach.

Or the factory covers got trashed and janky over the years so they binned them and utilized the alloys they already had.

1982 Porsche 911 (unknown model) in a carport in rural VA.

Still ride the same bike, over a decade at this point.

Thanks, that’s the best way to describe the feeling I’ve heard of that everyone can relate to.

That’s a question I’ve never really come up with an answer to. It was somewhat recently red, so I’m suspecting he was going to run it and call it a close call. He was definitely going too fast as he did his best emergency stop and still was 40ft past the other side of the intersection before he stopped.

True wall-o-text incoming.

To be fair, when I try to search for an Infiniti G35 autocorrect helpfully changes that to ‘infinity’

With all due respect, how the hell did you do that? I just finished a 300 plus mile trip up I-81 in a Gen 3 where I was blasting at 10-15 over (75-85) and got 55 mpg with the radio and AC blasting.

Came here to share a similar story about my GTO. Though I traded mine in on a G8 GT because a baby showed up. I miss that lunatic

Daily drive a Pontiac G8 GT. Used to be a GTO but a baby seat is a major pain in the ass to put in the back seat and a full stroller won’t fit in the trunk.
As often as not there’s a baby seat in the back of the G8 and a stroller plus groceries in the trunk. Plus there’s a big brutish LS (ok, L76) in the front end.

This, definitely this.

Why do you have to wound me so.

I wasn't messing with you, just clowning around. :)

That wasn't the fastest I could go, just trying not to kill my cargo. Err, friend.