Date registered: Aug 2002
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I am going to waste my time and tell a true story so all can see and object either to its content or validity.
DISCLAIMER: This took place somewhere in Mexico.
My friend Benny and I were out at 2:00am on a six lane, concrete barrier, lighted, and divided highway waiting for the semi affluent bar trash to enter on the road with liquid courage filled to the rim. We spot a yellow GTS Viper blast over to the inside lane and settle into a near speed limit crawl. I bring the SL55 with Renntech pulleys and programing up next to the Viper. Matt pulls up even next to me in his SL600 ('98.) The solid grey haired driver, who is premature grey, but probably around 45 to 50 years of age looks over and doesn't even hesitate. He gears down and is flat gone. I am caught a little off guard but Matt nails it and I do as well thinking to myself this damn SL55 is faster then anything else I have done this in to date. This becomes the fastest race I have ever encountered in my life, and sadly I have been in more then I can count and more then you can ever reasonably be expected to believe.
Well this Viper just doesn't let off, he is not interested in drag racing, but rather in road racing. This race goes I estimate for about 12 miles. We blast around the very few other cars on the road. It appears the Viper and SL55 are very close to each other in terms of acceleration above 100mph. I catch even a couple of times but the Viper driver is either too drunk or too good for me to stay even with on the corners. I finally cry uncle noticeably when I enter a curve that I have never taken above 135mph. I enter the curve at 150+mph and brake while the GTS guy takes all three lanes to straighten the curve some and never lets off. I figure he went through it at around 155mph. I take a couple of lanes but want plenty of room to catch the car should over steer become a seat shitting problem. I realize in hindsight I was over cautious but I am still here, and that's my story and I am sticking to it.
Well now I feel weak and Benny is rubbing it in as well, Matt almost catches even in his SL600 to me at this point. I stand on it and vow to catch the damn Viper on the upcoming, mostly straight part. I never let off. I watched the speedometer touch 185mph when I have to start braking because I am seriously gaining on him and the highway ends up ahead as well. I am within ten car lengths and gaining when I see him blast through a toll booth signifying the end of the major highway and onto a split, two lane access road. Benny yells cop at the top of his lungs, but I have already seen the white Crown Vic start to move. The Viper blasts by the already moving Vic and I am abusing the brake rotors hoping he doesn't see me as well. He doesn't.
Now at this point I would like to say I realize the poor, ace driver in the Viper was tagged, but I thought to myself how crazy it would be for him to pull over as all this Viper guy has to do is turn around at the next light and get back on the freeway from which we came. Hell if he just drove 50% of what I just witnessed he would be clean and free within 10 mins, from my (ahem) experience. This is what he does.
He takes out two red lights where you can easily see both ways and proceeds to enter the opposite direction toll booth lanes.
This is where he goofs. He figures the booths have cameras, as some do indeed, so he jerks the car back and stays on the access road. How do I know this? Matt and I are tailing the Crown Vic and back peddling so as not to pass the much slower cop car. The Viper stays into it and then brakes hard and pulls to the curb before a very large, blind, divided intersection that would have been disaster to blow through. The cop car stops, the cop runs out with his gun pulled and that is all we see as we pass the two parked cars.
Curiosity makes us take the loop again and sure enough we pull up next to the Crown Vic with the grey haired Viper owner sitting on his hands in the back. Matt is in front of me at this point and stops to ask the cop a question or just to insult the poor civil servant, but the cop refuses to drop the window. Matt power brakes the SL600 and does a large, hairy burnout. I am laughing so hard I proceed to do the same thing whilst giving the pig the finger (saw it in a movie somewhere.) The cop is smart and does not attempt to go after us. Some lesser experienced cops would try, but this one would use the radio and be content with his already significant catch. Benny decides, of all things now, that this was not cool and becomes quiet and wanting to call it a night. We do.
PS Our license plates on the two SL's would not get anyone anywhere.
Last edited by Shane; 09-10-2007 at 06:31 PM.