In my teens, I stole my dad's Cadillac and pushed it up to 90 miles an hour for a short burst.
When I owned my Camaro, I was driving to NYS on the back roads. No one was around, the T-tops were off, so I put my foot down until the speedometer read 120 mph. What's the point of having a car like that if you don't wring it out once in a while?
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