This actually happened a few weeks ago, just havent had a chance to post. Anyways, its about 7 PM, Friday night, and I'm on the New York State Thruway (I-90). Speed limit is 65, I'm doing 75 as usual, V1 on in full-force. I'm headin up to Brockport, NY to see my girlfriend (about an hour). I'm heading west towards the city, get off at exit 45 (I-490) for those of you farmilliar with the area. Moving right along, speed limit is still 65 until you get just outside Rochester, now I'm doing 80 with 2 or 3 other cars (3 lane highway) which still isnt bad. Speed limit change comes up, noone else slows down so niether did I. Were all now doing 80 in a 55 (umm, that can be bad ). We come up over a minor hill, I'm in the far left lane, Newer Jeep Grand Cherokee V8 in the middle, and a Honda Accord in the far right, when BAM, V1 goes nuts with Laser warning, and I look striaght ahead and there sits a Camaro New York State Trooper on the side of the bend, driver'* window down with the gun resting on the door. ****!! I immedietly slow down, and the V1 goes on and off 3 times, so I know he pegged all of us, only question was which one was he gonna get. I see the window go up and his headlights turn on in my rear view so I knew he was coming. So what did I do? The most normal thing any other Bonneville driver would do, stayed in the far left lane and pegged it. I figured if I got to the point where he couldnt see me, he would jsut take one of the other 2

I see the red lights come on waaay back, and sure enough, he took the Jeep out. WHEW!! I decided maybe that was enough speed fun for me for the night, and now I'm about 1/2 way through the city on I-490, just chillin in the middle lane, when I see this silver Bonny SE, FLYING down an on-ramp and merging into traffic. He works his way over to the far left lane, probably 3-4 cars in front of me, and like someone lit a jet engine, he took off! Now I'm thinking, hmmm, baah what the hell why not. I get into the left lane, and push 110 to catch him. Now the 2 of us are hauling some MAJOR *** through the city, but we are outside of the city now (still 3 lanes). By now we've cleared any traffic and its pretty much just him and I. His Bonny was a 96+ SE, from what I could tell by headlight / taillights / exhaust (or lack of duals). Anways, he moves over, so I fugre I'll pull up along side of him. Now were side by side doing about 95, and I look over at him and hes lookin right back at me. Its a middle-aged guy, maybe high 30'*, and were both laughing. I didnt think he could see me beacuse of my tint, so I rolled my window down a bit, and gave him a thumbs up. He smiled and laughed, then I pointed up to my V1, and he nodded and gave me a thumbs up back. He slowed down a bit and let me in front (might've also been chekin to see if I was supercharged or not), but I'm sure once he saw my license plates he cleared that up. We both merged right onto route 531 (2-Lanes), still pushing 95, and went probably 15-20 miles at 95-100 MPH. He passed me a couple times and I passed him back, but although it was very dangerous (especially on my 4 brand new Nokian Hakkapeliitta Q Snow Tires) rated at 100 MPH :( , it was still some of the most fun I've had driving on the freeway in my life.

I cant picture being one of those cars in the right hand lane doing 65 seeing 2 silver bonnevile fly past on the left at 100+. Must've been a site to see I was actually starting to get worried one of them might pick up a cell phone and call us in :( but we continued.

We eventually followed each other right into Brockport, slowing down to much more reasonable speeds once we got off the highway (as a responsible Bonneville driver would, were not trying to kill anyone), and finally came to a point where he turned off. He was in front of me at the time, and gave a friendly brake-light tap, and I flashed my fogs. I've never come across him again, but boy was that fun.

I get to my girlfriends to pick her up, and she looks at me with this wierd look. I'm like "what?". She looks at her watch and it'* 7:35. I called her at 7 when I left home and told her I was just leaving. BUSTED!! :( I then look at my own watch to confirm. Yup, the fastest I had ever made that trip before that was MAYBE 55 minutes. Did it in 35 that night

Not really a Kill, but just a fun story. Have fun and be safe fellas, these cars can be great, and so can their owners!!

Heheh, sounds like it was a fun filled night.

Other Bonnie owners know how to have fun when up against another Bonnie

I know the area well - went to St. Bonaventure U, and I have many friends who live in the area - and it'* only a 2 hr drive for me (ok, maybe 1:45 )

I got busted once in the town of Rush, coming up I-390 (from Olean, via I-86 and rt. 36)- fittingly named, I suppose!
Also got nicked in the town of Friendship, on I-86 (formerly rt. 17) on my way to my alma mater, back in '94.
You take your life and your wallet into your own hands speeding around those parts.

That sounds like a lot of fun. No racing involved at all. Just good clean Bonnie crusin'.

Awesome call on the cop situation.

Ty

I think these are the types of things that happen to us all the time, but never get posted. Good show!