Well, not meaning to reactivate a tread, but after reading all the way through I thought to present my one and only street racing experience with me as the driver.
Anyway, it was totally unintentional, but happened never the less.
I had purchased my BMW Z 8 Alpina roadster in October of 2003 and had settled in with it pretty well after driving it for several thousand miles on the clock by January 2005(it was not my daily driver, but my 1987 Astro van was ! ).
Anyway as the Jacksonville FL. Super bowl event is approaching the whole area is in a festive mood.
So I`m leaving my HS friends house to go home at somewhere around 2:~3:00AM a Sunday morning after having "a few beers" during the visit.
I`m on I-295 traveling West about a 1/4 mile from the divided direction 4 or 5 lane ~2 mile long Buckman bridge spanning the St. Johns river with the cruise control set at 90 just digging the roadster`s effortless power and handling , `cause there are hardly any cars on the road.
All my mellow cruising was abruptly disturbed when 2 coffee can exhaust rice burner(I think their called "tuners"?) and a late model Mustang blew by me as I was approaching the bridges concrete entrance apron.
They then slowed down and straddled me while juicing to and fro, probably thinking let`s show this "Euro trash" who owns the road.
Well I had just turned 49 the month before, so I reached over to the passenger set(metaphorically speaking) and picked up my "Stupid Hat" and put it on and abruptly pushed the peddle to the floor..
Well I had had the girl up to a 100 briefly a few times in the past 2 years, but never sustained high speed.
Now what makes this all interesting is I`m partially paralyzed and can only drive with my right hand on a steering wheel knob !!
So as I`m starting to enjoy this "Torque Monster`s" pulling power flying along on the 1/2 mile level portion before the crest of the bridge, I`m keeping a eye on my fellow participants location around me.
First one rice burner drops off, then a few second`s later the other threw in the towel, but Mr. Mustang is staying in my right rear blind spot as I had not yet removed the factory installed hard top so he was blocked by the hard top`s sail as it`s called.
And he stayed there for about around 10~15 seconds more until he finally backed off(I don`t know if he ran out of balls, horsepower, or both) as we started up the bridges slope towards the crest, so I decided to quickly glance at where the speedo needle was pointing relative to, like the hands on a clock so when I finally let off the peddle I could determine how fast I was going later.
Up until that moment I was too busy trying maintain focus on the competing cars and the bridge road, since I had never really raced anyone before, and with the very tight steering that roadster had it would take much movement to send me off that bridge into the river.
So when I arrived home and pulled in to the garage and turned her off I looked at the speedo markings and at the 3 `OClock position it read 150 mph, so I said Shit
!! Never been that fast before, driving or riding(especially with one hand !!!). And went in side and got a beer, because whatever buzz I had before was quite gone but my nerves were lit up with the adrenaline.
I then proceeded to walk around the roadster about 10 minutes smoking a cigarette and sipping my beer, all the while, exclaiming to myself out loud in reflection "Your talking to a Dead Man" over and over while shaking my head..
I have since been up to 150 mph a few time since with friends with the top down, and wasn`t aware until the passenger hollered over the wind noise the speed.
But no more racing other cars !!
Anyway FWIW. that was my " one and only racing event"
Thanking you for allowing me to tell about my little adventure.
Kind regards folks, OKB