Wow. Those were the days.
I got tired of that pony car being right next to me at 80 so I upgraded to a 70 GTO with a 400. I was racing him on a road I was unfamiliar with and hit 120 mph. It is still the fastest I have ever been on a road.
Everything was going well until the asphalt ended and it was gravel after that.
Somewhat hard packed but I always bragged that the fastest I had ever gone was on gravel
I recently drove a Ford Lightning, it was my first time in an electric vehicle. OMG…stupid fast.
Never drove an electric car. The fastest I went was in that little Mustang. Dead sober, four AM. They had put in a new wide rural road with about four miles dead straight, smooth concrete. I figured that was the place to top end the Mustang. Came out of an S curve at 75 not pushing things in second gear, shifted out of third when I pegged the speedo. It was still noticeably accelerating when my vision had shrank up to about a basketball sized circle dead in front of me. I couldn't see the side of the road to tell where I was at and it ended with a 50-60 feet drop and huge oaks sticking up which would be the first thing I hit after going airborne.
I had another issue too, the car was drifting so badly I was touching grass on both sides of the at least 24' wide concrete, maybe as wide as 32'. I said to myself, "Self, if you get this puppy stopped before the stop sign I ain't never doing this again!" It and an 850 Norton were the only two road machines I owned without top ending until I was twenty-five. I had to get so low on the Norton that I couldn't see the speedometer which kinda defeated the purpose!
The quickest I went was in my dirt car. Just a personally built 327 but I ran faster than several all aluminum 427's with it, safe to say it was stout. Plus I was turning a thousand tighter than the competition, another edge.
I was just starting racing, started off on regrooved asphalt tires from the team I was working on the pit crew with. After about six weeks I went and bought dirt tires for the right front and both rear corners. I was set to show something now! Not exactly, I buzzed those asphalt tires, these dirt tires logged me down like a pulpwood truck. I was turning exactly the same time as before dropping five hundred dollars. It was a practice day and I was a wee bit annoyed. I was running a three speed scratchbox in the car and when I went back out I left it in second gear. I would drift up within inches of the wall coming out of the turns at about 3/4 throttle or a bit more. Slam the hammer down and the straights genuinely felt about fifty feet long. I did that for about ten laps before I cooled off and decided blowing my engine was stupid.
I don't know how quickly I went down the straights, I do know a sprint car I drove on the same track didn't seem nearly as fast!
My last dirt car was a midengine 67 Camaro, 454. Moderation wasn't in my vocabulary. I'll tell you the tale of my first ride in a '65 Mustang I was driving for somebody else sometime if I haven't already. Got bumped at an unfortunate time and flew through the air seventy or eighty feet. It hit the ground vertical like a caber. Tight driver's compartment anyway and this happened at the end of the straight so full speed. Stopped in an inch or two when I hit ground. That hurt! Not the car, hairlipped the hood a little. A hundred or two people came to the crash, I had them push the car off in time for the restart!
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