One night when I was about 17, I was about an hour past my curfew and going as fast as my Mom's Oldsmobile would go about 107 MPH before the speed limiter kicked in. It was pitch black dark and I had no business going that fast. I blew right by a Sheriff's car. He blinked his lights but never pulled out.
Eventually, this all caught up with me. I was caught racing on some backroads a short time theirafter and spent my senior year in highschool as well as the following summer without a drivers license. I learned my lesson.
