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.