I was coming from New Orleans way on the expressway in Baton Rouge. A carload of men in hot pursuit as they say in the movies. I don't recall why they were so pissed but they were trying to run me off the road so we weren't playing at over seventy miles an hour.
I wanted some room in the curves and I didn't want them to see where I got off the sled so I put the pedal to the metal about government street. Another mile or so to the big S curves by the governor's mansion.
They were in a faster car than the family car with a 289 I was driving. A 64 or 65 Fairlane, all in and a bit more it topped out at 115MPH. They would have spun me at 115 if they could have caught me but when I got to the S curve I didn't lift. The car cocked sideways and took a bite, with a bit of drift! I usually restricted myself to a little over seventy through there.
I would have bet against the Fairlane making it through there at 115MPH but it did it with that bit of tire squeal that says you are on the ragged edge of adhesion but still good.
I don't know how interesting things are today but back then it was interesting enough that I hid my vehicle, backed it in facing the highway, or both!
Hu