I have posted on what I have achieved with the stinger, much to the disbelief from the Mrs and how I am abusing her baby. The car that is. Usually cruise at 80-85, quick bursts to 95-100 for grins. But, years ago, in my misspent youth, I had a 68 Camaro, big block, 8-71 blower, fuel cell, etc that I was setting up to race the next day. Changed out the rears for a top speed run on the l.i.e. at 2 a.m., hit warp speed and ran out of gas. Highway patrol came screaming up, jumped out and proceeded to read me the riot act. Asked why I stopped since I was so far ahead. Told him I ran out of gas. Asked me did I know what I was doing, told him I was doing "p". Gave me a questioning look. Told him the speedo stopped at 150, and it went past that and centered on the mph at the bottom. He ki d of grinned and gave me a warning. Asked him for a push to gas station , he told me it's like 3 miles down the road, and left. So here I am pushing this car to the gas station, and he is waiting for me. Told me he wanted to make sure I got home okay. Car wasn't made to do 20 mph, it was farting and spewing flames out the pipes. Woke up every ody for miles around. Never drove that fast on public roads again just because I lucked out, didn't want to push it again.