I had a good friend while in the military. He owned a really nice '68 GTO. We were stationed in Wyoming but he was from Arkansas. He really missed being home so he installed a 55 gallon drum in the trunk of the GTO and plumbed it into the fuel line so he could drive non-stop back to Arkansas whenever he could get leave (yes, he pissed in a bottle). He would drive 100 mph most of the way praying that he wouldn't get a ticket. One time he had just come back from Arkansas and I met up with him. I asked how the trip went. He told me that everything went well until he topped a hill doing 100 and saw a cop sitting at the bottom of the hill. He said that he layed on the brakes as hard as he could without losing control. By the time he got to the bottom of the hill the cop had his lights on so my friend pulled over right next to the cop. The cop came walking up to him and said, "You were coming over that hill pretty fast??" My friend said, "I wasn't looking at my speedometer but I may have been going a little fast?" The cop said, "Well I clocked you doing 98, 95 and 91......what speed would you like on the ticket??" My friend dropped his head and said. "91"
