My first question was, "what was she driving?".
Holy crap. Sounds like Judge Jeannie is living the dream.
Once in the late eighties, I did a top-speed test of my ‘86 Honda Prelude on a flat, wide-open stretch of rural Minnesota highway in the middle of the day. The speedometer said 123 MPH, which I figured to be 117, and there wasn’t another soul in sight during the whole episode.
Now thirty years wiser, while I’m sure it’d be fun to go to 140 and beyond, ever since Montana abolished their “reasonable and prudent” speed limit, I can’t imagine finding myself in the right situation to do so.