In my office, as proof-positive of badly my mis-spent youth, hangs a framed speeding ticket from the Nevada Highway Patrol dated June 18, 1997. The speed reads "150+ (est)".
I outran three Calif Highway Patrol cruisers and a spotter aircraft while passing through Barstow. I never knew they were there! CHP handed me off to NHP, who tagged me just outside Las Vegas when I throttled-back due to traffic.
That little bit of mischief cost me $1100 to fight it. And I won. Seems there were several black Z28's that day.... and no positive ID was possible. Burden of proof rests on the State dont-cha-know...
Punchline: we were all stopped within 10 miles of each other but at differnt locations, so we all used the same attorney for strategic reasons. Result? Acquital, much to Hizzoners chagrin. And six months later we reconvened in Vegas for a victory party at the Dunes. We called the party the Sonic Boom. Lol!!!!
"You can finally say you have enough horsepower when you leave two black streaks from corner to corner"
(Mark Donohue, famed TransAm driver)