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So i want to know if anyone else did this.....

I was riding down a busy street one day a few months ago

About 100 yards down the road i spotted one of those speed trap thingy's that display how fast your going and decided to sprint as fast as possible. As I sped up, i looked behind me 2 see if any cars were behind me, and saw a box truck about 50 yards back.

made my way towards the speed trap machine thingy and blew bast it at 34 mph (going slightly downhill with no wind). Pretty quick considering the speed limit is 25! As the box truck passed me the driver slowed down and yelled "Damn u biker buys are friggin fast!" and started laughing! That coment made my whole day! I wish I had a camera or something to show yall. I love to show others just how fast we can ride.....it's like your cycling computer screen just about 1,000 times bigger for all behind u to read!!! have fun and let the stories roll! :D
 

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I caught a box/plumbing truck at a light and followed him through the left turn. He sped up slowly and gradually until we were going an indicated 75kmh. I followed in the draft for about 3 miles, until my turn to go home. I made my turn and had a car roll up beside me. I expected some hate-filled diatribe. The guy driving slowed down, rolled down his window and exclaimed, "You're out of your f**cking mind! You were going 50 miles an hour!!"
I gave the thumbs up and just smiled. I clicked through my computer and the max speed said 81.5kmh!!
Once in the draft of the truck, it really didn't seem that hard. I was wishing for an 11 though! :D
 

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Me too!

I did that a number of years ago in the farmlands just South of Johannesburg behind an HGV, except I chickened out when my Ciclomaster computer registered 100km/h. The thought of hitting a stone or a hole at that speed was too much for me. Incidentally, I moved out of the truck's slipstream for a second so that I could get a glimpse of a gentle bend I knew was coming up (I knew the road really well) and that was nearly the end of me. It was like releasing a parachute behind me.
 

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Oh yeah... Town Sprints.

My buddies and I used to wait on one end of town for the "good" trucks (24 ft. box trucks, usually) to come thru... Then we'd jump on the draft and get an easy effort 35 mph ride straight thru town... and if the driver was a "regular", local driver... he'd make sure to time things either faster or slower to make sure we all hit the green lights and didn't have to stop until we were on the other side of town.. about 6 miles. Does wonders for your avg speed during a 15 mile ride...

Eventually we were warned by the cops after doing that repeatedly on an afternoon.
By the 4th time we came thru town they hated it, and were ready to haul our bikes to lockup. But fortunately, the local driver (jeff) spoke up for us and told the cop that we were always very careful and that the local drivers actually enjoyed having us tag along. I think about 45 was our top speed thru town... The speed limit was never suppose to be above 30 on these streets but the drivers always kind of "egged" us on to go faster.... Hey, they were risking the tickets more than we were.
 

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... bopping through a few rural backroads with buds... every once in a while, doing village limit sprints... seeing the automated radar system... and having to go... Yes, we were all about 11 MPH over the limit as we crossed into town.
 

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For a Quick Second

Was flying down a hill in Vermont last summer with clear sightlines, and a nice wide shoulder. I went into a total aerodynamic tuck, and was just enjoying the ride not paying attention to how fast I was going. A couple of cars passed, and then I heard another except this one was coming up slowly. Instead of the usual fly-by the car slowly pulled up along side of me. I glanced sideways and noticed it was a Vermont state trooper. He gave me a funny look, and continued to slowly pass me. I glanced down at my computer which was at 56 mph. I realized for a fleeting moment that I had no idea what the speed limit was (turned out to be 35) and thought I was in for a ticket. I found out later that he was looking for a specific group of cyclists that he was supposed to escort somewhere.

That is one ticket I would have paid, and framed!
 

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Nice.

On the rice-rocket (cbr929) I always nail it to see how fast I can get them up to. Unfortunately they only go up to 99 mph which is only about 10.5K rpm in 2nd gear (out of 6)
 

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Great stories.

Reminds me of a conversation I had recently with my 5-year old’s teacher. She rides to work (school) every day on her old clunker, which appears to be sort of a commuter/MYB patched together from old parts. It has a rack on the back, a light, some streamers, etc. You get the picture. She rides in whatever she’s wearing that day, which is usually baggy pants, loose t-shirt, etc. She always rides very upright, and is usually has a backpack. She’s very enviro, and she’s very proud of the fact that she does most of her local “driving” by bike. She may ride a lot, but she’s not in shape.

We had her and some other friends over for dinner the other night, and she and I were talking about biking. Someone else had mentioned that they’d seen me sprinting into town, and “my-wasn’t-I-going-fast.” I preened a bit, whereupon the teacher mentioned that she was very proud of how fast she could go to … in fact, just the other day, she had been approaching the big radar sign the cops put up to slow folks down, and she was surprised to see that the radar was clocking her at 35 miles per hour!

Now, that I can recall, on the flats, without drafting, on my very best day ever, I *might* just have kissed the low 30s at the absolute peak of my sprint. So I decided to shut up at this point till I figured out the mystery. After all, if she was clocked at 35 mph, there was no way I was going to admit I couldn’t do it.

That night it finally hit me. This is a busy road we’re talking about, and the radar didn’t pick her up, it picked up the car behind her (and presumably passing her). Never had the heart to point this out to her.
 

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The Carlster said:
Nice.

On the rice-rocket (cbr929) I always nail it to see how fast I can get them up to. Unfortunately they only go up to 99 mph which is only about 10.5K rpm in 2nd gear (out of 6)
?? Good contribution...

A few friends and I blasted down a super steep hill on our MTB's. Little did we know that the road ended around the corner and turned into a boat dock... We were doing 49 mph by the bottom when we layed into the breaks and probably stopped in 3-4 seconds (tires squeeling). One of my friends weighs 295 (think linebacker) and by the time we stopped his front brake rotor was a beautiful shade of blue. We stopped and talked for a while, laughing about how close we were to taking a swim and by the time we went to roll off, his rotor was so warped that the front wheel was locked.

-Danimal
 

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Mine was on a short steep hill

that I used to ride regularly on my lunch hour. It was a steep half-mile descent with a stop sign at the bottom, and I would try to avoid getting caught behind a car because I knew they'd go slower than I wanted to. If a car was coming up behind me on the approach, I'd either let them pass way early, or I'd move out and block the lane so they couldn't pass, and then just blast away. This would occasionally tick off some drivers.

One day, I did the block on a SUV that was coming up behind me. He followed me down the hill, I slowed for the stop sign and made my usual left turn, and then moved over to let him pass when I saw that he had turned the same way. As he passed, he slowed down and rolled down the window, and I was preparing my "I-have-a-right-to-the-road-and-I-was-going-faster-anyway" speech, when the driver gave me a big grin and yelled, "Forty-five! You were going forty-five miles an hour." I just thanked him and grinned back. (My computer only said 43)
 
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