119’s nothing.
On the 101 in the Valley at 119, somebody will tailgate you.
Early morning hours of course.
That reminds me of my own personal maxim: no matter how fast you drive someone will always tailgate you.
Just for fun I once let it all hang out in my old E-Type Jaguar 4.2 liter roadster. I chickened out when it hit 139 -- not bad for a 1966 6-cylinder. I knew how fast I was going!
For perspective, I was watching the speeds on Sunday's NASCAR race. Those drivers do 135 or so on the curves and 185-plus on the straightaways. Leather cojones! Danica too.