We have a rally here in N. Texas called the Muenster Germanfest. Out on the north side of the course, just past St. Jo, there is a hill called Freefall. I don’t know the metrics but when you go over that thing you have about a mile or so of downhill in front of you. Hit that thing with a slight tailwind and it is all about staying off the brakes and avoiding the people who are grabbing them.
I am older now and probably would not do that again. Bwahahaha, my PR was the day after putting my ‘91 Paramount back together after a full rebuild, hadn’t even tested it yet.
I couldn’t see a damn thing, the wind was up under my glasses and my eyes were watery and blurry, but you know what bro? Glory is forever, fear is temporary ;)
The Gods did not want me in Valhalla that day, I guess.
There was another hill in upstate NY, east of Delta Reservoir, really steep, that was good for 65-70 mph. Problem was it was covered with patched potholes, bumpy as hell. I never had the nerve. One of our young civilian engineers did it, but he was hardcore, a competitive cyclist. He used to ride his mtn bike to work in the dead of winter. He put tiny screws in his knobby tires, to make studded tires. Back in the Cold War days.