Ratty '69 Mustang Coupe; old drum brakes, old tires (radial), bad bushings, leaking fuel line and crapped out tourque box on a narrow, lumpy, 2lane country road passing a family in a Reliant station wagon. When my brother (having a passenger only added to my stupidity) started to assume the legs and arms in front of face preparation for crash position, I realized that it was a wee-bit on the wrong side of slapping fate in the face. I let up at about 100MPH
Greg
(BTW I should add that less than 2 mins later I got caught doing about 80kph in a 50kph zone so I guess about 50MPH in a 30MPH and the cop let me off. I considered that one my warning from fate or chance or whatever and I haven't driven like that in the 5 years since.)