Many years ago I used to do a lot of down hill racing in NH, invariably while driving home from the mountains I would feel an extreme need to drive as fast as I could; however mountain roads in NH, in the winter will keep any sane maniac to a reasonable speed. At the time I had a 1968 Cougar I bought from a mechanic friend, it had a 302cc engine with 351cc engine heads on it, basically the power train, of a Shelby Mustang, as I recall. (That's kinda hazy memory, but I know the engine was referred to as a 302 Boss). In any case, coming out of Maine on I-95, I was leaving the toll both, when in my peripheral vision I spotted some kinda sports car about to pass me. Well this resulted in an impromptu drag race. I don't know how fast I was going when the other driver shut it down, but my speedometer needle was bouncing off the peg a bit past 120mph, and the highway was turning, pucker factor was so high I crapped vinyl for a week. Stripped my speedometer gear as well.
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