I once ran a BMW factory R60 bike with taller than usual gearing [being prepared for the 24-hour endurance race in France, where the speeds average over 100 MPH for 24 hours, with a usual relay of riders] on the then speed limitless South Autobahn out of Munich at 138 MPH/222 KPH on a certified speedo...at those speeds, I was much more interested in watching what I was doing rather than looking at the clock.
But it was a beautiful and unseasonably warm Bavarian morning, with minimal traffic, and just right for a flat-out free ride of a VERY nice bike. And just as I topped the rise of a nice, long straightaway, I became aware of a pretty little red sportscar pulling up alongside of me. For all of a second or two, the driver looked at me with a *Very nice bike- I'll have to get one of those* look on his face. Then he pulled away from me at a good ten or 15 MPH better than I was doing.
Nice car.
Nice car, indeed. The Miura was the first of the "exotics". What a beautiful blend of art and horsepower.
My 130 mph was in a Porsche Carrera 4. I was cruising along at a very easy 90 mph when some a-hole in a Toyota Supra decided to tailgate me. Didn't pass me, just tailgated. We were the only two out there on a wide open road, so I decided to see if he could keep up. He quickly became a dot in my rearview mirrow, so after a minute of that I slowed back down to 90 ....and he behaved himself thereafter.
I have a unnatural, unrequieted love for the Muria.
My first love will probably always be the Ferrari Daytona, but that *particular* Lambo just gets me right where it hurts.