Got two non-LUV stories, both in my '96 Camaro. One has a happy ending, the other doesn't.
Driving up Highway71 kinda on the outskirts of this little valley I live in. It was late at night, I was pretty much the only car on the road. I'd never really opened up the car on the road and was always curious if it would actually do 150+ like the rumors said. Well, I got up to about 130 and decided that was fast enough when I passed a Honda like it was standing still. I left off the gas and let it slow down little by little.
Well, I had slowed down to about 100 when I saw some headlights in my mirror gaining fast. I thought it was the Honda and he had got on the gas. I was just about to get back on the gas again, when I saw my exit coming up. So, I changed my mind and figured I'd let him blow by me or whatever it was he wanted to do. Well, surprise! It was a Highway Patrol! Not sure how he saw me or caught me but luckily I had slowed down to 95 but the time he clocked me. He was pissed! I thought, man if you only knew buddy. LOL! For some reason he only wrote me up for 85.
So, not a happy ending but not bad.