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100 mph
I can't remember where I heard it, but it's stuck with me. And it's more than an gedankenexperiment now that I own one.
So, on Sunday 18 November 2001, on our first extended highway shake-down cruise, we broke the 100 mph barrier.
It was late in the evening, on our way back from Union City to San Francisco. Going over the San Mateo Bridge, fourteen miles of highway lying a few feet above the water, there was a long empty stretch with one pack of cars far ahead of us and another pack far behind. I slowly accelerated past our cruising speed of 70, to 80, then 90, 95, and finally swooshing the needle past 100, to about 102.
The car was quiet, no wind noise, with only the powerful hum of the engine to be heard. My wife was watching the gauges, and celebrated the moment.
Then, in the interests of not being ticketed at twice the posted speed limit, we slowly returned to our previous cruising speed, which now felt like being stuck in molasses.
The car is ours :-)
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