Car crashes and near misses ( vanity)

>>It’s more of a sound than a speed, lol. About 120 decibels, slightly faster than a bicycle.<<

I don't care who ya are. That was funny!

Reminds me of driving in Montana.

I was on I-94 coming westbound out of North Dakota in our Chrysler 300m and there was a Jeep Cherokee with a matress on top and a Jeep Grand Cherokee that were pretty much staying with me at around 80 (speed limit had been fairly recently created in Montana at the time. It was 75)

So, like I always do, I pass slower trucks and then merge into the “slow” lane. Interestingly though, every time I did, one or both of the Jeeps would pass me, but when we got to the next truck they would slow down and almost pace the trucks speed, but a hundred yards or so behind the truck, so I would (via cruise control) pass them and turn in front of them to pass the truck. They would then speed up and slowly pass me again.

Well, with each truck the gap got smaller and smaller until I almost had to cut one of them off to not get stuck in a “mexican raod block” between him and the truck. So I passed the truck and moved over as I always did.

Then an interesting thing happened. They both passed me, got next to each other, effectively blocking both lanes, and dropped their speed to about 55. It wasn’t until then that I noticed they both had Minnesota plates and were clearly friends. So they wanted to play.

I passed them on the shoulder without even slowing down. This resulted in a high speed pursuit. My 300 has the “performance package”. Regarding this event it means my governor is at 140 mph. The standard for Chrysler vehicles (including Jeeps) is 105 IIRC. Anyway, I bumped it to 105 and the Grand Cherokee stayed right on my bumper. I kept accelerating and finally topped it out and backed down to 85. In short order, both of them were on me again. I did this three times and finally DID lose the Cherokee with the matress on top, but the GC would not give up.

I finally floored it and completely lost him. I then dropped it to 105 (yes, I was worried about cops and 105 IS better than 140) and at the first town got off to get gas. I figured if they were willing to find where I turned off and actually find me, I was ready to confront them - in a public place. But I never saw them again.

The icky part is that my 12 year old daughter was with me. All three of my daughters are agressive drivers. Go figure.

Reminds me of driving in Montana.

I was on I-94 coming westbound out of North Dakota in our Chrysler 300m and there was a Jeep Cherokee with a matress on top and a Jeep Grand Cherokee that were pretty much staying with me at around 80 (speed limit had been fairly recently created in Montana at the time. It was 75)

So, like I always do, I pass slower trucks and then merge into the “slow” lane. Interestingly though, every time I did, one or both of the Jeeps would pass me, but when we got to the next truck they would slow down and almost pace the trucks speed, but a hundred yards or so behind the truck, so I would (via cruise control) pass them and turn in front of them to pass the truck. They would then speed up and slowly pass me again.

Well, with each truck the gap got smaller and smaller until I almost had to cut one of them off to not get stuck in a “mexican raod block” between him and the truck. So I passed the truck and moved over as I always did.

Then an interesting thing happened. They both passed me, got next to each other, effectively blocking both lanes, and dropped their speed to about 55. It wasn’t until then that I noticed they both had Minnesota plates and were clearly friends. So they wanted to play.

I passed them on the shoulder without even slowing down. This resulted in a high speed pursuit. My 300 has the “performance package”. Regarding this event it means my governor is at 140 mph. The standard for Chrysler vehicles (including Jeeps) is 105 IIRC. Anyway, I bumped it to 105 and the Grand Cherokee stayed right on my bumper. I kept accelerating and finally topped it out and backed down to 85. In short order, both of them were on me again. I did this three times and finally DID lose the Cherokee with the matress on top, but the GC would not give up.

I finally floored it and completely lost him. I then dropped it to 105 (yes, I was worried about cops and 105 IS better than 140) and at the first town got off to get gas. I figured if they were willing to find where I turned off and actually find me, I was ready to confront them - in a public place. But I never saw them again.

The icky part is that my 12 year old daughter was with me. All three of my daughters are agressive drivers. Go figure.

bttt

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