Infiniti Speeding Stories
here's a good story from the last DNE meet. while driving back from the lake i was going about 70, and i saw some cars approaching very quickly. two maximas fly by, nascar style (they were this far |-------| apart) followed by another maxima and a prelude, all going about 135-140 mph. one supercharged max, one turbo'd max, a max with only intake, exhaust mods, and a really rich running prelude (it smelled really rich when it flew by). sadly, i didn't participate.
I will never forget one time I got caught and got off REAL easy.
I had just started working in Wheaton, MD (Near DC) and had worked late on a Sat. I got on the Capital Beltway and was in the far left lane doing something north of 90. Still had NJ plates on my car. As I went under an overpass, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him coing down the on ramp. I look down and think " I'm busted". I look in the rear view and he's got his lights on and is headed my way. I make the split second decision and just go ahead and pull off onto a patch of asphalt on the left of the 5 or 6 lane interstate. He pulls up behind me and I have my hands up where he can clearly see there is not threat. He approaches me and asks how fast I was going. I told him I have no idea, just a little more than the flow of traffic. He chuckles and says, "I didn't radar you, didn't have enough time to pace you, but would guess somewhere in the 80-100 range." He goes on to say,"since you pulled over so quickly, and don't seem to be a troblemaker, let me run your license & plates, if all's clear I'll let you go with a verbal warning."
So, don't ever say there aren't a few nice ones out there.
I had just started working in Wheaton, MD (Near DC) and had worked late on a Sat. I got on the Capital Beltway and was in the far left lane doing something north of 90. Still had NJ plates on my car. As I went under an overpass, out of the corner of my eye, I saw him coing down the on ramp. I look down and think " I'm busted". I look in the rear view and he's got his lights on and is headed my way. I make the split second decision and just go ahead and pull off onto a patch of asphalt on the left of the 5 or 6 lane interstate. He pulls up behind me and I have my hands up where he can clearly see there is not threat. He approaches me and asks how fast I was going. I told him I have no idea, just a little more than the flow of traffic. He chuckles and says, "I didn't radar you, didn't have enough time to pace you, but would guess somewhere in the 80-100 range." He goes on to say,"since you pulled over so quickly, and don't seem to be a troblemaker, let me run your license & plates, if all's clear I'll let you go with a verbal warning."
So, don't ever say there aren't a few nice ones out there.
There are a couple cars I've own that I have truly loved and adored. Two 1988 Mazda 929s and this 1992 Infiniti Q45. Had a 91 Mercedes 300E that bored the snot out of me, as well as a 93 Honda Accord in perfect condition I quickly sold after a month due to... boredom.
The 929 has a 3.0 V6 rated at 200lb-ft of torque, similar to the J30 in power and size (if not refinement and handling), and one night coming home from Seattle, going to Spokane on I90, I kept the gas floored. Before I knew it, I was reading 140, then 145, topped out. It was smooth, felt confident and sturdy. Had a passenger with me. Had a deer come out I would have been screwed.
Again in that 929, I was driving with a loaded car on a stretch of unpopulated highway. Had five passengers. Alongside me is an Acura Integra with two guys in it, and it came screaming along. I floored it, and we ended up racing. By the time we both hit 110 he took a turn. I took a turn later on. Before i knew it, he came out in front of me from a side street and beat me by a hair, refusing to let me pass on the two-lane road.
So I ended up tied with my full load of people, after the guys in the Integra took a shortcut.
Recently in my Q I picked up a girl I knew, and took her for a ride. She was impressed by everything, from the exterior profile to the interior. I gave her a glance under the hood, too.
We took off on a back road, straight, and took it up to 100mph in no time. After a few screams with her friend on her cell phone, she said "Lets pick her up!" So I got her friend as well. This time, I gunned it to 140mph. The entire time she was hanging on for her life, screaming "Oh my god!", and when I finally slowed down I noticed her nails dug deep into my right arm!
When we pulled into her driveway, these were her exact words:"Holy crap. I think I need a cigarette after that!"
The Q may be a stealth sleeper, but dont understimate its ability to impress women.
The 929 has a 3.0 V6 rated at 200lb-ft of torque, similar to the J30 in power and size (if not refinement and handling), and one night coming home from Seattle, going to Spokane on I90, I kept the gas floored. Before I knew it, I was reading 140, then 145, topped out. It was smooth, felt confident and sturdy. Had a passenger with me. Had a deer come out I would have been screwed.
Again in that 929, I was driving with a loaded car on a stretch of unpopulated highway. Had five passengers. Alongside me is an Acura Integra with two guys in it, and it came screaming along. I floored it, and we ended up racing. By the time we both hit 110 he took a turn. I took a turn later on. Before i knew it, he came out in front of me from a side street and beat me by a hair, refusing to let me pass on the two-lane road.
So I ended up tied with my full load of people, after the guys in the Integra took a shortcut.
Recently in my Q I picked up a girl I knew, and took her for a ride. She was impressed by everything, from the exterior profile to the interior. I gave her a glance under the hood, too.
We took off on a back road, straight, and took it up to 100mph in no time. After a few screams with her friend on her cell phone, she said "Lets pick her up!" So I got her friend as well. This time, I gunned it to 140mph. The entire time she was hanging on for her life, screaming "Oh my god!", and when I finally slowed down I noticed her nails dug deep into my right arm!
When we pulled into her driveway, these were her exact words:"Holy crap. I think I need a cigarette after that!"
The Q may be a stealth sleeper, but dont understimate its ability to impress women.
In my town we have a two-lane ramp that goes straight for quite a while and curves, finally getting to the interstate. I was at a red light next to a red 1970 Camaro. The guy was revving his motor. As a side note, he was a fat man with a mullet. The typical population of this town. I had a loaded car, myself 210lbs, my friend 300lbs, his stepson another 200lbs. I had no intention of racing, but the Camaro gunned it so my friend said "Go for it!" I slammed the gas and blew him away, the around the sweeping curve he had to slow way down as I maintained 60mph. Then out of nowhere, once I reached a legal cruising speed, he came out from the side of me at 80mph, looking extremely pissed that he just got whipped by some chubby asian guy with a car full of people in some anonymous green sedan. He probably went home weeping and questioned his testicular fortitude.
I was going to work today (Sunday morning) down 101 towards SF in northern cali. Just cruising along when a nice new 350Z came flying up on me. I was doing about 90mph. He must have been doing 100. So I thought I would show him what the Q is all about.....punched it and ran it up to 130 real quick, and than let off, and waiting for the Z. Sure enough he wanted to play! So as he came charging towards me I punched it again and ran it up high in 3rd....around 135. He was not able to pass me even though he was going faster than me when I punched it. Did the same thing one more time but he was able to get by me hitting 140 the second time.....only because he was very far behind me and was probabaly doing a good 10mph when I floored it. To sum it up my 95 Q is pretty much = to the 350Z acceleration on the freeway, pulling hard from 85 to 135. As soon as I get my intake cleaned, and a JWT chip I think I'll take him.
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my nephew bought this 2k honda coupe few months ago and kept bothering me about a race.but we never had a chance untill this weekend.i have 91q with 202k miles on it and his honda has less than 40k.my car always need some work i called them improvements.this was time to test takico blues in rear , sillen strut tower brace in race condition and new cross drilled slotted rotors with oem pads.so here we are at rt 78 as soon we got on hwy i was in the front so he kept pushing his nose in my rear bumper at around 80-90mph .so when traffic cleared on right side i moved to right lane i said now he got his chance.he punched it and i just stayed with him all i wanted to see how fast his car can run.around 140mph his car stopped pushing than i punched it left him there let the q touched 150mph and backed off because he was just a dot in rearview .those new shocks and tower brace made a quite difference around the turns.now my nephew got lot of respect for old q.
kimrober wrote:Whoa! I got two final exams in few hours and reading this thread makes me kept awake for all night!By the way, how's the Q's engine sound if you go around 100+ mph? I heard Vtecs got that high reving sound like some sort of airplane noise according to my friend.Thanks:)
My SR20DE powered G20t gets that sound at high revs as well...I like the way it sounds. I've gotten mine up to 110 (was following an M5), and the engine was still quiet but making some noise.
And now for my speeding story:
I pulled out of my school parking lot, and was driving about 25 (residential area), when I looked in my mirror and saw a 1992 Lexus ES300 coming up on my at about 65 (driving by a kid I don't like). He likes to claim Lexus is better than Infiniti (yeah right), and decided to show off the power of his car. Unfortunately for him, he didn't understand that the ES is 1000 pounds hevier than the G. Long story short, I blew him away. Got up to about 70 in a 25 because he was about to ram me...pretty scary. Needless to say I don't want to do it again.
Where do I start? I've so many stories with my "hot rod Japanese Buick" that I'm not sure which are good and which are not.
Well, I'll start with the best (or worst if you are a law abiding citizen). Next post I'll mention the most recent.
WARNING: Don’t try this at home, children.
I first purchased my 1998 Infiniti Q45 brand new from Midway Infiniti in August, 1998. I work for a personal injury law firm here in Phoenix and travel a lot for my work. A few months later, I was headed to Coolidge, Arizona to meet a client at home. I was 31 years old at the time.
I’m heading down I-10 south of Chandler, headed towards Casa Grande. For those of you Arizonans, this is a wide open, flat four lane interstate highway with hardly any development around at all.
Being a big Star Trek fan, my license plate reads WARP 7. If any of you have seen a deep bronze-colored Q45 (the factory calls it ‘expresso’) with that plate, then that’s me. *grins*
By the way, here is my ‘Trekified speedo:’
Anything below 60 mph = impulse power only (sublight speeds)60 mph = Warp 1 (speed of light)70 mph = Warp 280 mph = Warp 3
and so on...
I decide to open her up when I cleared Queen Creek road, so I ordered up full power from the engine room and the big Q surged forward. At Warp 4 (90 mph), I had to close the moonroof as the buffeting on the bridge became too intense. Scotty began whining on the intercom as we passed Warp 6. By the time we got to Warp 7, I was starting to get pretty nervous. Why? Because working for a personal injury firm as I have for the last decade, you see all sorts of horrible accidents and high speeds are usually catastrophic in terms of injuries and deaths. Of course I had my seatbelt on and the Q45 is a very safe vehicle with lots of airbags and side impact door beams, but once you get into the triple digits, all bets are off if there is a problem, and you have a very narrow margin of error. The forces involved increase at an exponential rate, and unlike starships, we have neither shields nor inertia dampeners to save our butts if there is a problem.
As always, the big Infiniti was unflappable. It was like sitting on a leather sofa going well into the triple digits. No vibrations, nothing like that. The road narrowed into a tunnel, and looking to the side revealed merely a brown and green blur as the Q45 thundered down the highway, all four point one liters sucking down air as she moved ever faster. Past Warp 7 (120 mph), there isn’t much left in the engine. It is a fairly gradual acceleration from the point onwards. Still, I kept the accelerator hard down and the speedo steadily crept upwards. Warp 8, then Warp 9 passed. I had never driven a car this fast in my entire life. Still, she was smooth and tracked straight. As Warp 10 approached (150 mph), the engine was running at something like 5,000 or 6,000 RPM, and while you could hear it screaming, it was muted and rather soft. By this time, Scotty had passed out down in engineering and I was alone on the wide open highway. It was incredible how fast I would gain on the rare car and roar past them. First a speck, then it grew impossibly fast and was past you almost before you could react.
At Warp 10.1 (151 mph), the electronic governor finally engaged. The engine would throttle back to about 150 mph and then return to 151 mph, idling back and forth between the two. At this point, I was covering 220 feet PER SECOND, or almost the full length of a football field. This is 13,200 feet per minute, or two and a half miles. At this speed, I could make Tucson (90 miles from Phoenix) in 36 minutes. Mind you, the average reaction time of a driver in good health at a relatively young age is about 3/4 of a second. That means I would cover 150 feet, or half a football field, before I realized there was a hazard on the roadway. It takes about two seconds to put your foot on the brake from the gas, which means even before my car starts braking, I will cover some 600 feet, or two football fields. To bring a car down from that speed, well, let’s just say it is a REALLY long distance. This is what was making me so nervous. The car was sound but too many things were running through my head. Basically, I was peeing in my pants. If there was a problem, it would be like the scene from the Six Million Dollar Man on TV in the 1970s. A cloud of dust in the desert with parts of the vehicle and me flying in all directions. ‘Paper 3, we’re losing altitude.’
As I came over the slight rise near the rest stop between Riggs Road and Casa Grand, I saw to my horror a highway patrol vehicle going the other way, at the same time my radar detector went nuts! HOLY CRAP! (He had his radar off until he saw me whizzing over the hill, then lit me up like a Christmas tree). I started to lay off of the accelerator and my speed drifted down into the 140 mph range (Warp 9 or so). I looked in the rearview mirror as the cop plunged into the median. A huge cloud of dust appeared as he executed a U-turn (probably at 50 mph given the amount of skidding likely going on) and I could dimly see his lights start flashing as he came after me! OHMIGOD!
I actually started to slow even more in preparation to pull over when it struck me all at once: If I stopped, I would not be getting a ticket from Occifer Friendly. I would be going straight to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. Then the second thing hit me: My significant other’s brother is a sergeant with the Rochester, NY police department. He told me long ago that most police Ford Crown Victorias have a top speed of about 135 mph. Unless I slowed, HE WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO CATCH UP TO ME. In fact, he was already falling further and further behind as I was still moving at about 140 mph.
Something came over me (likely stupidity and fear) and I re-buried it. The Q accelerated once more to 150-151 mph and now I was technically a felon, fleeing the police down I-10. I was no longer concerned with the cop behind me. I was afraid of his radio, for no car can outrun the real speed of light. You know he was on the horn screaming for help, likely because ‘a maniac’ just passed him going 150 mph. I had to get off that freeway and fast.
Just then, like a blessing, I saw the turnoff for Highway 387 to Florence. I took the off ramp at 90 mph. Maneuvering thrusters were engaged as I took the 70 degree left turn at 50 mph, the TCS light flashing madly as the ABS attempted to keep me from skidding. I roared over the freeway and then angled off to the southeast, now on a rural two lane blacktop in central Arizona. Warp speeds once more returned and I pushed her to over 100 mph as I flew down this narrow highway. As I approached the intersection with State Route 87 to Coolidge, I saw a little flashing two miles behind me. The cop was still coming.
As I approached the intersection, I was now presented with a rather dangerous situation. There was a lumbering motorhome I was rapidly gaining on, going in the same direction. I knew it would take him an hour to make the 120 degree right turn (very sharp), which I did not have time for. He was perhaps 200 feet from the intersection and I was about 200 feet behind him. I accelerated to perhaps Warp 6 (110 mph) and passed him ON THE RIGHT shoulder, then slammed in front of him and swung wide to make this sharp right turn, leaning hard on the brakes in the process. Good thing the Q has good brakes, because I needed every ounce of braking power she had. I probably took this turn at 70 mph. This time, the scene in the ****pit was all elbows and ***holes as I wrestled the big sedan into the turn. I needed both lanes of oncoming traffic to recover and I almost ran off the far side of the road, tires screaming in protest as I brought her around. Fortunately, I had already determined there was no oncoming traffic (nice thing about Arizona - not much vegetation to block views). I barely recovered and resumed main engine acceleration, once more passing Warp 7 and then Warp 8, screaming towards Coolidge. I never saw hide nor hair of the cop again. 15 miles later, I slunk into town at sublight speeds and parked behind my client’s house. To this day, they don’t know why I did this, but I’m sure they wondered. I was shaking like a leaf.
Two hours later, I finished my interview and needed to return home to Phoenix. I decided it would not be smart to return home the same way I came, lest they be lying in wait for me. I drove 20 miles west out of my way to Casa Grande, then came up 387 to I-10. As I came over the same bridge from the opposite direction that I had fled down just two hours before, I saw three DPS vehicles (highway patrol cruisers) facing southeast, waiting and watching down the same direction that I had went down. Very lucky for me, they were not watching behind them. It was dusk by this time anyway (I had waited) so they may have missed me. I quietly made the left turn onto northbound I-10 and discreetly headed home.
Folks, I was real effing lucky. I could have very easily killed myself or someone around me. It was stupid and unwise.
Since then, I have never driven the Q that hard. Maybe I’ve had it up to 100 mph a couple of times in the over four years since then, and that was very briefly to pass or something. I learned my lesson in fear, and spades. It is nice to be able to drive a supercar like this, but with that power comes an awesome responsibility.
--don
Well, I'll start with the best (or worst if you are a law abiding citizen). Next post I'll mention the most recent.
WARNING: Don’t try this at home, children.
I first purchased my 1998 Infiniti Q45 brand new from Midway Infiniti in August, 1998. I work for a personal injury law firm here in Phoenix and travel a lot for my work. A few months later, I was headed to Coolidge, Arizona to meet a client at home. I was 31 years old at the time.
I’m heading down I-10 south of Chandler, headed towards Casa Grande. For those of you Arizonans, this is a wide open, flat four lane interstate highway with hardly any development around at all.
Being a big Star Trek fan, my license plate reads WARP 7. If any of you have seen a deep bronze-colored Q45 (the factory calls it ‘expresso’) with that plate, then that’s me. *grins*
By the way, here is my ‘Trekified speedo:’
Anything below 60 mph = impulse power only (sublight speeds)60 mph = Warp 1 (speed of light)70 mph = Warp 280 mph = Warp 3
and so on...
I decide to open her up when I cleared Queen Creek road, so I ordered up full power from the engine room and the big Q surged forward. At Warp 4 (90 mph), I had to close the moonroof as the buffeting on the bridge became too intense. Scotty began whining on the intercom as we passed Warp 6. By the time we got to Warp 7, I was starting to get pretty nervous. Why? Because working for a personal injury firm as I have for the last decade, you see all sorts of horrible accidents and high speeds are usually catastrophic in terms of injuries and deaths. Of course I had my seatbelt on and the Q45 is a very safe vehicle with lots of airbags and side impact door beams, but once you get into the triple digits, all bets are off if there is a problem, and you have a very narrow margin of error. The forces involved increase at an exponential rate, and unlike starships, we have neither shields nor inertia dampeners to save our butts if there is a problem.
As always, the big Infiniti was unflappable. It was like sitting on a leather sofa going well into the triple digits. No vibrations, nothing like that. The road narrowed into a tunnel, and looking to the side revealed merely a brown and green blur as the Q45 thundered down the highway, all four point one liters sucking down air as she moved ever faster. Past Warp 7 (120 mph), there isn’t much left in the engine. It is a fairly gradual acceleration from the point onwards. Still, I kept the accelerator hard down and the speedo steadily crept upwards. Warp 8, then Warp 9 passed. I had never driven a car this fast in my entire life. Still, she was smooth and tracked straight. As Warp 10 approached (150 mph), the engine was running at something like 5,000 or 6,000 RPM, and while you could hear it screaming, it was muted and rather soft. By this time, Scotty had passed out down in engineering and I was alone on the wide open highway. It was incredible how fast I would gain on the rare car and roar past them. First a speck, then it grew impossibly fast and was past you almost before you could react.
At Warp 10.1 (151 mph), the electronic governor finally engaged. The engine would throttle back to about 150 mph and then return to 151 mph, idling back and forth between the two. At this point, I was covering 220 feet PER SECOND, or almost the full length of a football field. This is 13,200 feet per minute, or two and a half miles. At this speed, I could make Tucson (90 miles from Phoenix) in 36 minutes. Mind you, the average reaction time of a driver in good health at a relatively young age is about 3/4 of a second. That means I would cover 150 feet, or half a football field, before I realized there was a hazard on the roadway. It takes about two seconds to put your foot on the brake from the gas, which means even before my car starts braking, I will cover some 600 feet, or two football fields. To bring a car down from that speed, well, let’s just say it is a REALLY long distance. This is what was making me so nervous. The car was sound but too many things were running through my head. Basically, I was peeing in my pants. If there was a problem, it would be like the scene from the Six Million Dollar Man on TV in the 1970s. A cloud of dust in the desert with parts of the vehicle and me flying in all directions. ‘Paper 3, we’re losing altitude.’
As I came over the slight rise near the rest stop between Riggs Road and Casa Grand, I saw to my horror a highway patrol vehicle going the other way, at the same time my radar detector went nuts! HOLY CRAP! (He had his radar off until he saw me whizzing over the hill, then lit me up like a Christmas tree). I started to lay off of the accelerator and my speed drifted down into the 140 mph range (Warp 9 or so). I looked in the rearview mirror as the cop plunged into the median. A huge cloud of dust appeared as he executed a U-turn (probably at 50 mph given the amount of skidding likely going on) and I could dimly see his lights start flashing as he came after me! OHMIGOD!
I actually started to slow even more in preparation to pull over when it struck me all at once: If I stopped, I would not be getting a ticket from Occifer Friendly. I would be going straight to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200. Then the second thing hit me: My significant other’s brother is a sergeant with the Rochester, NY police department. He told me long ago that most police Ford Crown Victorias have a top speed of about 135 mph. Unless I slowed, HE WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO CATCH UP TO ME. In fact, he was already falling further and further behind as I was still moving at about 140 mph.
Something came over me (likely stupidity and fear) and I re-buried it. The Q accelerated once more to 150-151 mph and now I was technically a felon, fleeing the police down I-10. I was no longer concerned with the cop behind me. I was afraid of his radio, for no car can outrun the real speed of light. You know he was on the horn screaming for help, likely because ‘a maniac’ just passed him going 150 mph. I had to get off that freeway and fast.
Just then, like a blessing, I saw the turnoff for Highway 387 to Florence. I took the off ramp at 90 mph. Maneuvering thrusters were engaged as I took the 70 degree left turn at 50 mph, the TCS light flashing madly as the ABS attempted to keep me from skidding. I roared over the freeway and then angled off to the southeast, now on a rural two lane blacktop in central Arizona. Warp speeds once more returned and I pushed her to over 100 mph as I flew down this narrow highway. As I approached the intersection with State Route 87 to Coolidge, I saw a little flashing two miles behind me. The cop was still coming.
As I approached the intersection, I was now presented with a rather dangerous situation. There was a lumbering motorhome I was rapidly gaining on, going in the same direction. I knew it would take him an hour to make the 120 degree right turn (very sharp), which I did not have time for. He was perhaps 200 feet from the intersection and I was about 200 feet behind him. I accelerated to perhaps Warp 6 (110 mph) and passed him ON THE RIGHT shoulder, then slammed in front of him and swung wide to make this sharp right turn, leaning hard on the brakes in the process. Good thing the Q has good brakes, because I needed every ounce of braking power she had. I probably took this turn at 70 mph. This time, the scene in the ****pit was all elbows and ***holes as I wrestled the big sedan into the turn. I needed both lanes of oncoming traffic to recover and I almost ran off the far side of the road, tires screaming in protest as I brought her around. Fortunately, I had already determined there was no oncoming traffic (nice thing about Arizona - not much vegetation to block views). I barely recovered and resumed main engine acceleration, once more passing Warp 7 and then Warp 8, screaming towards Coolidge. I never saw hide nor hair of the cop again. 15 miles later, I slunk into town at sublight speeds and parked behind my client’s house. To this day, they don’t know why I did this, but I’m sure they wondered. I was shaking like a leaf.
Two hours later, I finished my interview and needed to return home to Phoenix. I decided it would not be smart to return home the same way I came, lest they be lying in wait for me. I drove 20 miles west out of my way to Casa Grande, then came up 387 to I-10. As I came over the same bridge from the opposite direction that I had fled down just two hours before, I saw three DPS vehicles (highway patrol cruisers) facing southeast, waiting and watching down the same direction that I had went down. Very lucky for me, they were not watching behind them. It was dusk by this time anyway (I had waited) so they may have missed me. I quietly made the left turn onto northbound I-10 and discreetly headed home.
Folks, I was real effing lucky. I could have very easily killed myself or someone around me. It was stupid and unwise.
Since then, I have never driven the Q that hard. Maybe I’ve had it up to 100 mph a couple of times in the over four years since then, and that was very briefly to pass or something. I learned my lesson in fear, and spades. It is nice to be able to drive a supercar like this, but with that power comes an awesome responsibility.
--don
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Great story, Don. Next time you want to make a run like that, I'll be glad to play wingman for you.
Actually, with .4 more litres of displacement, I'll plan on taking point - You just keep an eye on the mirrors..
I-60 going towards Apache Junction is my favorite WOT stretch...
Which firm do you work for?
Actually, with .4 more litres of displacement, I'll plan on taking point - You just keep an eye on the mirrors..
I-60 going towards Apache Junction is my favorite WOT stretch...
Which firm do you work for?
Wow what a Story!!!!
Very hardcore.Running from police is generally not a good thing.But it certainly showed off capabilties of car and driver quite impressively.
I had a couple of times when I suspected a cop might eb coming for me (turning around in median trhid of a mile back),but no lights on yet.And I would step on it and make fo the next exit to hide behind some bushes.
But I figured, I wasnt evading as his light bar wasnt on and he had not indicated in any otehr way he wanted to pull me over.
If I was in a situation where it was clear a police officer would pull me over I would.A speeding ticket can always be fought...
Anyway, Its ceertainly one of the coolest stories, we have here.
Fred...
Very hardcore.Running from police is generally not a good thing.But it certainly showed off capabilties of car and driver quite impressively.
I had a couple of times when I suspected a cop might eb coming for me (turning around in median trhid of a mile back),but no lights on yet.And I would step on it and make fo the next exit to hide behind some bushes.
But I figured, I wasnt evading as his light bar wasnt on and he had not indicated in any otehr way he wanted to pull me over.
If I was in a situation where it was clear a police officer would pull me over I would.A speeding ticket can always be fought...
Anyway, Its ceertainly one of the coolest stories, we have here.
Fred...
I work for Phillips & Lyon...
AZhitman wrote:Great story, Don. Next time you want to make a run like that, I'll be glad to play wingman for you.
Actually, with .4 more litres of displacement, I'll plan on taking point - You just keep an eye on the mirrors..
I-60 going towards Apache Junction is my favorite WOT stretch...
Which firm do you work for?
Been there ten years this June. I live in northeast Scottsdale but drive all over the valley for work.
Okay, the more lame recent speed story:
I'm cruising down the left lane of Loop 101 in Scottsdale near Chaparral (actually on the Salt River Indian Reservation there but most think of it as Scottsdale) at 75 mph (Warp 2.5). It is 8:30 am on a Saturday morning and I am on my way to class at ASU (I'm a senior there - prelaw student). I'm fat, dumb and happy, and I figure ten over in the left lane is plenty. Cruise control set, coffee in hand, life is good. Besides, there is a fair amount of slower traffic in the center and right lanes, so I could not get over.
I check all of my mirrors regularly and sure enough, here comes this schmuck up from behind me at Warp 3 or 4 in a big white Cadillac Escalade. Jeez, I hate those ugly, blocky Borg-like vehicles. I can't stand SUVs in general and this seems to be the epitome of them. He of course starts riding my butt. In the old days, I would have just locked them up right then and there, but I needed to get to class in 30 minutes. Besides, I'm totally relaxed, so I just ignore him.
This, of course, totally fries his butt. He keeps tailgating, such that I can see his blonde wife in the right front seat and kids in the back. At the first opportunity he gets, he swerves into the center lane, cutting off another vehicle behind me, and then as he pulls into the right lane, now parallel to me (he is - amazingly - getting off at McKellips), he flips me the bird. SAY WHAT!!!!!!
Now, I'm a pretty easygoing guy, but let's face it: I could use some anger management courses. When this happens, it was kind of like what happens to the Enterprise in Star Trek when the Borg start with the "lower your shields and prepare to be assimilated" routine. I'm like, WTF!!!!? Like any good starship captain (I look and sound like Captain Kirk, or so I've been told):
RED ALERT! ALL MEN TO BATTLESTATIONS!
The coffee cup slams into the center console as my right foot stomps the accelerator and the big Q-ship surges forward. Warp 3 and 4 pass very fast (I'm sure for any SUV driver, that is) and I surge up along the port side of Mr. Escalade, who is now in the exit only lane. I have less than 100 feet to make my move. Further warp drive acceleration occurs as surge forward and cut to the right through the gore point, cutting off the jerk. Once in front of them, I fully lock up the brakes (as much as you can do with an ABS-equipped vehicle).
Mr. Escalade is now in a real quandary. His 5,500 pound beast needs an additional 50 feet to go from 60 mph to zero than the Q does. He locks them up as well (metaphorically speaking - I know he has ABS as well) and I can see the wife's eyes widen as the distance between us drops dramatically. He can see him fighting the helm of the fat beast as he desperately tries to avoid rear-ending me. When he is no more than two feet behind me (I could no longer see his headlights), I stomp on the gas and surge away. He has now swerved to the right and punches into the gravel, throwing up a big cloud of dust. He gets it back up onto the road (jeez, I wanted him to flip it!) and pulls up along side of me on the right. I am now calmly sitting at the light at the bottom of the ramp, WAITING TO GO STRAIGHT BACK ONTO THE FREEWAY. If he wasn't pissed yet, he would have been at that point when he realizes I did this to him deliberately. He flips me off again and rolls down his window to scream at me. I pull out my handy morningstar (think wooden handle, short chain with a metal-spiked ball at the end - I call this my 'immediate-put-an-end-to-any-bullcrap-going-on-at-that-time-device' and twirl it around a few times. He rapidly puts up his window and drives off, still muttering.
This Q45 owner taught him a lesson he will not soon forget.
Children, don't do this either. It can lead to road rage and death. Frankly, at the time, I didn't care.
--don
I evaded police once. This was in March with my 1988 Mazda 929 3L V6 RWD.
I was driving on a back highway, going 70 in a 55, with no traffic in sight. It was early afternoon, earlier this year.
As I came closer to town, I apparently didnt see the sign that said "Speed zone 45mph" and soared past a cop in an oncoming lane. I glanced in my rear view mirror.. his lights were on and he pulled over to the right, waiting for cars to pass by or get out of the way so he could make a U-turn to get me.
I gunned it, took a sharp right turn on a street, pulled into a parking lot behind a big Suburban (to cover myself), and got out of my car and walked into whatever building I was at.
I figure legally, sort of, you cant get a ticket unless youre in your car.
As I walked around indoors, I saw some people and noticed I was in a mormon temple! I glanced at the art work, learned a little about their history, and after 15 minutes of trying to look natural I got back in my car, and very quietly drove the opposite way home. I stayed off that road for a week or so.
I was driving on a back highway, going 70 in a 55, with no traffic in sight. It was early afternoon, earlier this year.
As I came closer to town, I apparently didnt see the sign that said "Speed zone 45mph" and soared past a cop in an oncoming lane. I glanced in my rear view mirror.. his lights were on and he pulled over to the right, waiting for cars to pass by or get out of the way so he could make a U-turn to get me.
I gunned it, took a sharp right turn on a street, pulled into a parking lot behind a big Suburban (to cover myself), and got out of my car and walked into whatever building I was at.
I figure legally, sort of, you cant get a ticket unless youre in your car.
As I walked around indoors, I saw some people and noticed I was in a mormon temple! I glanced at the art work, learned a little about their history, and after 15 minutes of trying to look natural I got back in my car, and very quietly drove the opposite way home. I stayed off that road for a week or so.
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everyones had those times, but honestly, i couldnt have brought myself to do that just because his wife and kids were in the car, if it had been just him ,all bets off, u and me biotch, bring it on!!, and also, it is nice having a big v8 for hwy fun aint it
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and i know this isnt infiniti, but anywy, my friend and I were driving down to destin (fl.) from new orleans (yall should konw where that is) and we're heading east on I1o going about 11o with the cruise on (dads car baby!!< 99 grand marquis) and we see two FINE cars fly by us as if we were standing still, it was a o1 or so cadillcat deville and a brand spankin new (o3) E55, well we gunned it and started following them, and well, being in my dads car i didnt feel SUPER safe because i wasnt THAT used to it, but anyway, i brought her up to about 145 (he had the govenor removed!) and was right there with them, then all of hte sudden the caddy swerves out in front, passes the E55 and was hauling major ***, so i get back on it (about 3 cars back from teh E55 and 4 or so frrom the caddy), i got her all the way up to 15o and caught the caddy, but hte E55 was still runnin, i figured, 'im payin for hte gas, screw it, it aint worth it', so i let off *making it sound as if i were going to catch them * and man as soon as u surpass 14o or so, u feel the speed, fun tho, and man those big cars can run, my lil alitma will beat my dads car from 45 to about 1oo or so, but after that, i have nothin and he beats me till i max out at 12o
* and man as soon as u surpass 14o or so, u feel the speed, fun tho, and man those big cars can run, my lil alitma will beat my dads car from 45 to about 1oo or so, but after that, i have nothin and he beats me till i max out at 12oI totally agree with you...
palmerwmd wrote:I dunno Don,..
Hoggin the left lane w/o passing anyone, going flow of traffic, not moving when another vehicle approaches from the rear...
Thats about as blatantly wrong, as it gets...:bash
Sounds to me like the Caddy guy was right to be p****ed.
Fred..
But as I said earlier, there was no place for me to go, unless I wanted to cut somebody off, which I am loathe to do.
Left lane was going 75 mph. Center lane was about 65, and right lane was about 55. He was doing more like 90 and was clearly out of line. Mind you, this was during the week that DPS was doing zero tolerance speed enforcement on 101. If I could have gotten over safely, I would.
Yeah, I had a momentary twinge of sympathy for those kids, but then I remembered they carried the genes of the jerk. I was then not so sympathetic.
He would have been fine had he not flipped me off. But I grew up in the inner city of Kansas City. My high school looked like East Side High in "Lean on Me" and was a warzone. I played football with a bunch of thugs. Heck, I did time myself at one point. They have a saying:
You can take the boy out of the ghetto, or the prison. You can never take the ______ out of the boy. Them's fightin' words to me. Flip me off and you are goin' down, especially when I was not wrong. He had more to lose at that point than I ever have.
--don
PS: This did remind me of the incident on the freeway in Kansas City about 11 years ago where I deliberately rammed a fool in a red ****box with my Ford Taurus. Demolition derby, anyone? "Prepare for ramming speed!" -- Lt. Worf in First Contact.
That sounds cool.
AZhitman wrote:Don, another GREAT story. We gotta go hang out sometime. (I'm a former [2x] Solomon,Relihan&Blake client, and my sis works for Baird,Williams&Greer). I'm with the Supreme Court.
Jesda, that one is CLASSIC! I can just see you standing there looking thoughtful, "Hmmm, interesting...". LOL
Finals week is over so I can have a life again.
Actually getting ready to go see Matrix Reloaded this weekend. I wish the new Harkins Cine Capri was open. I'll probably go to Desert Ridge or wherever.
--don