I think 130 mph on a straight country highway. I'm extremely glad it was void of police (and any other cars) that night, as I couldn't have passed a breathalyzer to save my life, and coupled with the 65 mph over the speed limit I'm sure there would've been severe consequences. That was four years ago, and after that I realized that driving drunk was incredibly fucking stupid and I stopped doing it. Then 5 or 6 years ago I liked driving down a winding hillside with turns labeled at 30 mph at around 60 mph, crossing over into the oncoming lane, getting up to 90 on the straightaways. Never encountered another car thank God, but if I would have there would've been no time for reaction.
I'm really just thankful every time I think about it that I didn't end up getting someone else killed doing that jackass shit. Teenagers do stupid shit, but really, hurtling forward at over 100 mph in a metal box with the chance of killing someone else because of your own stupidity isn't worth it. I'm just pissed at myself when I think about. And I'm grateful that I didn't hurt or kill anybody else, and had the sense to realize how fucked up and dangerous it is and stopped.
