Saturday night drive story!

This story is just amazing! Read it from European Car magazine this morning and I had my "keyboard-speedster" daughter type it for me: >>>>"03 Porsche 911 C4S/Education Through Being Stupid" by Scott Oldham. Sometimes when you drive a car as special as a Porsche 911 Carrera 4S, it's your duty to school others: here's why my car is better than yours. Last Saturday night was one of those times. I was driving home from one of the many philanthropic programs I support. It was after 10, and I knew that if I got home by 11, I could settle in and enjoy a rerun of "Friends" and a nice glass of chardonay, a fine way to end a wonderful week of hard work and underpay, traffic was light, and I was making the most of the Porche's excellent high-speed stability. Usually I don't drive so fast, but I really wanted to see "Friends". My sixth sense was telling me it was the one when Ross wears the leather pants, plus I knew the California Highway Patrol changes shifts at 10 p.m. So, with the digital speedometer reading exactly 100 mph, I was humming along the westbound free way, minding my own buisness and looking for Christina Aguilera on the radio because I think she's a much bigger talent than Britney. About 20 miles from home, I came up on a pack of tuned Hondas with the requisite big wings and load exhausts. They were cruising around 90 mph, being good citizens. I didn't even look over as I cruised past. After all, I'm in the Porsche. But one of the Honda Heads, a guy in a Prelude, felt frisky and latched onto my tail. The school bell had wrung. Leaving it in sixth, I increased my speed to 105 mph. Then 110. Then 115. Then 120. I couldn't believe it, but but as 125 mph I could still hear his obnoxious exhaust buzzing in the blind spot over my left shoulder. Time to teach. I downshifted to fifth gear and hit it down. The Porsche burst forward like it had been rearended by a bullet train. I could hear his exhause go up an octave in an attempt to keep up, but he couldn't. Not many cars could. At such velocity, at night, on a public roadway, it's tough to check the speedometer or the mirrors, but I glanced down just after I shifted to sixth gear and reintroduced the throttle pedal to the carpet: 143 mph. My trusted sixth sense, the same one that alerted me to the "Friends" storyline, told me the Prelude had been successfully left behind. What a car. Its behavior at that very stupid speed can only be described as dead stable. Despite expansion joints and other road irregularities, it never became nervous. Never made a bad move. Even when the suspension was forced into its full range of motion, and the chassis went into that classic corner-to-corner weight transfer every 911 driver has experienced for 40 years, the car's four big Michelins never even hinted that they might lose grip with the road. With my luck sufficiently pressed, I slowed down to 85 and tried to blend in with the Camrys, Accords and Suburbans. I'll admit it: My heart was beating like I had to run up 10 flights of stairs and my brow wore just a hint of moisture. Fun. About a minute later, just as I located the Christina classic, "Jeanie in a Bottle," on one of the easy-listening stations, my students came buzzing by like a swarm of killer bees, first the Prelude, then the throng of Civics. Not one looked over. Isn't education wonderful.

Good reading and a good title.....he was being stupid!......but hell we all do it every now and then. The best story I can tell seems hard to believe. I was sitting at the red light waiting for green. It was about 11:00pm and the A41 bypass was dead quiet in Wirral UK. All of a sudden 3 police cars, lights ablaze, sirens howling zoomed passed me as I stood idling. Finally a fourth police car. But this one stopped next to me at the red light. Blue light flashing, Siren still ablaze. I though, hang on, why has he stopped. I looked him over and he looked at me and revved his engine a Volvo S70 prompting a race. Yes sir I said. He nodded to me. I said "OK by me brother". He nodded again. Lights went green ..........I lost him in my mirror at 5th gear 6k revs. never heard or seen from him again. It was a buzz. I swear it is true.

Carrera Mike, Great story! You are correct Sir, these cars are amazing. There really is no substitute. Mark

Thanks Mark! Reading stories like this makes me love the car more

You kidding? That's pretty cool if not. BTW, you had asked me some time last year to post pics of my Techart Type II front end. Had a chance to look? Regards

Scouser, that is a definite cool story! almost unbelievable. I'd be hesitant myself if a cop dare to race me

my next door neighbor is a cop and he asked me to race his camero for a short distance not too long ago, needless to say i pulled about 7 cars on him in around a 1/4 maybe a tad more before we quit messing around

i had a similar experience last week. so. bound i-5 at 3:30 am driving home. fwy was completely clear, even at well into triple-digits it didn't seem that fast. unbelievably i caught a pair or xenons in my mirrors closing at a rate of 50 mph or so greater than i. the guy slowed so i could get a glance of his brabus'd-out mbz e55 and then he accelerated away--startling to say the least, breathtaking is more like it. the point is, there are a lot of very quick cars out there in all flavors.

I try and drive like another lemming as much as possible but every once in a while frustration of one sort or another sets in and I nail it hard. I suppose most of us have. The thing is and I'm not really sure what I'm trying to say here, but I get out of the car with post adrenaline shakes thinking what the heck did I just do back there. Is there group therapy available?

Oh yeah On a similar story note to Scouser. In my prePorsche days had a guy want to race me off the lights and when I pulled away from his screaming motor his headlights did the cop-strobe thing in my rearview, so hitting the brakes hard these two plain clothes looking guys passed, grinned and gave me the take-it-easy-pal wave. ? who knows.

Yeah, I no I was damn stupid I guess. But Hey at the time that it happened my brain just shut off to all things sane and it was the stupidest, coolest, craziest thing I have ever done. If my 22 year old son had done it I would have barked at him so loud he would have scat his pants. Yet here was I, lost in a moment of madness all prompted by the law itself. I can tell you that about two miles up the road I pulled in shaking and sweating all over. I got out the car, lit a cigarette and simply waited for him to turn up and bust me good and proper. But he didn't turn up. My legs were like jelly. Seriously, I had to wait a good 10 minutes before I could get back in the car and drive home. As I said it was a real buzz but I doubt I would do it again.

Tod, I think that is cool. We have to have that fun once in a while. Thats what these cars are all about. I guess I'm not alone when I get those shakes after having high speed runs

mike, you're definitely not alone in getting those shakes. i had them earlier today after an early morning cruise at 130!

scouser are you sure you wouldn't do it again? i'll bet you would! c'mon, we won't tell your son!

All I know is this, I have owned some sweet cars in the past: Triumph 2000, Aston DB6, Audi A6 Quattro 2.8, Toyota Celica, and more. But when I step into this porker Mr Jekyl here becomes Mr Hyde. My wife calls it The Beast. The Fabspeed exhaust gives it a serious Growl at start up, so as soon as I step into it I "urge" to race it. I am quite a placid person, I mostly abide by traffic rules despite driving this much power. But that night, the monster in me took over. Would I do it again. I seriously don't know......I would hope not...........but Cheers Berny (PS: Which one of us is Tod?)

good stories. nice to know that there ARE other people who in spite of the law like to have a little fun out there. I am always looking for someone to cruise with (if you can say 100 mph is cruising) but all I ever see are ricers. I used to have a habit of NEVER letting them pass but it just gets old. I also make it a rule of thumb to never pass a Porsche or at least wait a bit before I do. Enjoy your cars!!