Am I ashamed that I drover at 180 + in Wiltshire on the M4 ? emm! a tricky one " I have done it before". An early summers day in May, mid afternoon, the road, surprisingly, was not that busy. I am in the fast lane just below 100mph the RPM about 2500 - just ticking over -

The Mitsubishi GTO twin turbo is not the best super-sports car in the world, but its certainly one of the cheapest (£4BHP), some Motoring pundits say its the worse sportscar in the world - what fools they must be - BHP for pound there is no comparison - this J reg example had covered 62,000 miles - most of them on the heavily restricted Japanese roads and in 2001 it was worth about 10k- on its arrival in theUK in 1999 the importer had this black example chipped, this cheap tweak raised the BHP to a rather interesting 420 from the usual respectable 320 (later ones are only 285). Add to this VR 295/40's and this black beast for only 9k is looking rather startling - of course there is four wheel drive, active spoiler and adjustable (S mode) suspension.

Let the fun begin - M4 Fast lane a stately 98mph a silver Volvo appears from nowhere, lights blazing aggressively - I am irked by this, its not like I was creeping along - I pull into the middle lane, and the Volvo pulls level, I glance across at my tormentor - a smartly dressed fat smug git is driving, and his "Wife" is sitting impassively in the passenger seat. I check the road ahead, its not clear, but I have about 1/4 of a mile of middle lane to play with, I pace level with the Volvo for a while, and we soon reach about 130 - the fat bastard is still there, so I go back into 4th and floor it - I shoot forward and pull into the fast lane at about 150 - the fat bastard is still there, just a few car lengths behind - em! must be one of the T series - bloody quick! I touch 160 and into 5th - the Volvo is still there, but starting to drop back - there is a long clear stretch ahead, and a slight down hill incline - I keep the power on and the RMP creeps up to 5000 ish- the speedo only reads a maximum of 170 mph with two more notches that represent 5 mph each so 180 MPH is right round, a little way to go yet as we are only touching 165 the the RPM creeps up and I can no longer clance at the clocks - my eyes are now glued to the road ahead, like a computer game - cars on the inside go backwards at an alarming speed - I am now at least 100 mph over the 70 Limit.

The Volvo is still in my mirror, but now a long way behind, I ease off the throttle and dare a quick glance at the clocks, the needle is traveling back down to just over 170 MPH - phew! my heart is racing. I drop back to about 140, it seems quite slow - my continued high speed only given away by the cars on the inside and middle lanes, as they appear to be almost stopped - I drop back to 120, and what is filling my mirror? the F*** Volvo. The two smartly dressed and impassive fat people - unmoved! - in fact, I am not sure they are even aware of my own high speed drama - I hadn't driven so quick since I outran the motor-way Police in Wales in 92 with a Mike Spence Racing Fiat Chroma Touring car replica - another story and another 170 + dash. So Mr fat Volvo is anoyingly still there. I excelerate back up to 160 - this speed seems to be the Volvo cut off point, as he drops back a bit - I am beginning to feel a bit daft - why am I doing this ? Smug Volvo appears blissfully un-aware that I am racing him - beating him ? he rolls on at 150 mph an inexorable silver bloody estate car - does he always drive at this speed? - bloody strange - I touch 170 again - he is still there, but dropping back - I note my gauges are starting to move in odd ways, the temp is up - the tubo boost is getting erratic, the fuel gauge is visibly going down - I give up - the madness leaves me - I let them win, I drop back to 98 - middle lane this time - not wishing to once again antagonise the Volvo - they soon glide by - still ravelling at 150 both staring impassively ahead, and soon disappear over the horizon - bloody strange!
Maybe I am a little ashamed - just a little.. The editor exfl.com

A left the registration number on the above image as the car was never registered in my name - and short of a major dragnet, cant be traced to me - I wonder where it is now - It was in my possession for about a year, and on three ocasions I drove it at over 170 - I was flashed about 20 times, mostly on the A40/M40 where the speed limit sea-saws between 40/50/60/70 extortion at its best. I heard that just one of the cameras earns £350,000 per week. I have made myself a little paranoid now - I wonder if the Police could enhance the image above and lift the registration of the other cars in the picture - they could then trace the owners and workout where the photo was taken and then work out where it is parked and then! Na! they wouldn't would they ?........ I am starting to feel like a serial killer who for years taunts the police with clues....