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Sun Apr 19, 2009 10:01 am
When I had my Z, it became swiftly apparent to me that the "sweet spot" for the car was about 80-85. I travel a lot between Ocala and Fort Myers, and there were many times when I drove the 350 miles within that range.The car loved to loaf along the Interstates in 6th at that speed, and there were great gobs of torque available, even in 6th.
When I felt the need to pass or to escape from a rolling pocket of frustration-- where everyone is putting along at 75-80 on their cruise control and no one on the road appears to want to do anything else BUT that-- a quick flick of the Z's gearshift would catapult me to 100 easily and I could leave all the monotony and stupidity behind me. It was astonishingly EASY to do. Sometimes I would do that just for grins. I'd see a clear stretch and downshift and plant my foot on the Right pedal and just have a ton of fun for a few minutes, but whenever I came up on traffic I would cool it and drop back to 85. Florida cops don't bother you at 80-85.
I first saw triple digits in my Z on a desolate highway in Eastern Nevada. I had driven all the way there from Florida and had kept my speed in check because I was observing a rigid break-in period. When I finally opened her up, it was on a road devoid of any traffic-- hell, it was devoid of any PEOPLE-- and for the first time with the car I let it have its' way. I saw 147 MPH, and I loved it. I was shooting across the alkaline plains of Nevada at about 2 football fields per second and the Z was performing beautifully.I stayed at those lofty speeds for several miles, then I toned it down, driving for miles at 120 plus until I got into some mountains and could only go 80.
Several other times during the cross- country Road Trip that me and the Z took in 2003 I shot up into the thin atmosphere of true speed, and every time it was on really isolated, back country roads in places like Wyoming and Colorado.Montana was the prize, however. There and at that time, Montana had NO daytime speed limit (the signs all said "Reasonable and Prudent-- 75 at Night"), so I drove above 110-120 a LOT-- which, to me, seemed quite reasonable.
Coming back from the West, I was on a lonely stretch of I-10 in the Florida Panhandle. I was cruising at about 85 when a newish Cadillac Seville whooshed past me, doing maybe 100. The evil little red Devil on my left shoulder told me to have some fun, so I punched it and caught up to him, ultimately passing HIM at 110. Naturally, he had to trump me, so he went around me at 120. "Screw this", I thought and I let the Z loose, climbing to 130. I wanted to see exactly when the Northstar engine reached its' limit, and I found out at 135. The Caddy could go no faster so we rode side- by- side for a while, then I went down to fifth and left him behind. This episode must have gone on for twenty miles when a Rest Stop appeared and we both went in for a Rest.
As we pulled into the parking area, there sat a Florida Trooper, and in a minute or two he left the lot and rejoined the Interstate. Had we NOT pulled in when we did, the only Trooper for fifty miles around would have been just behind us on the empty highway, and I KNOW that we both would have been touched by Radar and immediately become products of The System.
The Caddy driver and I were joking about our duel as the cop exited, and we both looked at each other and had a good, ironic laugh. It was a good race.
After that, except for random "What the Hell" moments, I never went much above 100, except when doing the passing trick I mentioned above or when racing Ferraris from a tollbooth. the Ferraris ALWAYS beat me, but WTF. I never did see 147 in the Z again, but on a few occasions I came pretty close. Just KNOWING that the car had that ability was comforting, but I never tried to find it again.
During the five years I had the car the only ticket I EVER got in my Z was for 70 in a 55. I DID get one for 35 in a 30 in a notorious Central Florida speed trap, but I beat it.