last summer down a relatively untraveled [no commercial traffic] highway i hit 162-and subsequently blew past a ny state trooper, bout loaded my drawers. in the nano-second [and my state of temporary stupidity for going that fast on a public road] my fight or flight wrestling match said-RUN! go to jail, lose car, wife leaves me rotting in the cage, z gone-yes, they all went thru my brain cells. then, i hit the speed limiter-saw white smoke in the mirror and thought blew the engine-could it get any worse? evilz was riding passenger. he then says-u musta hit the speed limiter [i though the engine was toasted]. i then held it at 160 and ran. fortunately it was successful and i avoided, jail, loss of license, extreme wrath from wife, z being impounded. too long a story to type, don't try this one-i never will again. oh, we were in 6th gear, turning 4500 rpm, indicated 160 mph, 3.9 diff. z did feel a bit floaty but not too bad...