Mine pales in comparison to some of these stories, but it's kinda funny, and I somewhat got away with it. I had an '85 200SX, bone stock, and felt like going out to a rual area and letting loose a little. Found a stretch of road with nice long fast sweeping bends. Just as I was accelerating I noticed a motorcycle headlight way back there. I thought to myself there's no way it could be a cop from the one horse town I just left so I kept speeding up, and pulled away from him. Well I finally slowed down, the healight zoomed up with the red and blue, and I thought this is it, I'm going to jail. Turned out it was a State Trooper on a Harley. He of course asked, do you know how fast you were going, I honestly didn't know, "well I was doing 95 and you were pulling away!" He officially clocked me accelerating at 84 in a 45, but wrote the ticket for 20 over. I figure it was best to be thankfull for that and never fought it.