The most desired models had 425 HP Hemi.

I'm lucky to be here

To be fair, a lump of coal in my ass woulda been a diamond (credit Ferris), but on a proper open highway it isn't that bad.

Assuming you were on a highway.

You are a lucky person indeed.

It was on a very straight long stretch of rural highway in MA.

In 1979, the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration limited speedometers to a max speed of 85mph in an effort to get car and motorcycle drivers to slow down snd conserve gas. So the motorcycle magazines published the top speed of all the new bikes at redline in their top gear. I had bought a 1983 Honda V45 Sabre. It was a water cooled shaft driven sports bike with a 45 cubic inch (750cc) V4 engine with 6 speeds.
It was my first motorcyle and was a super smooth ride that was a oretty fast bike for that era. According to the report in 6th gear at redline, 14,000 rpm, it hit a top speed of ~149mph.
So a friend wth a Kawaski 1000 with a full speedometer and I did some passes on that rural stretch of highway and removed any debris we could find and then setup for the speed run. The plan was he was going to clock me riding side by side. At, as I learned, at about 140mph, his bike started to develop some front fork wobble and he dropped off. I continued on in 6th gear feet on the rear pegs, chest on the tank using the instrument cluster as a faring of sorts. I hit redline (14,000 rpm - 149mph) and eased up on the throttle. When i felt like I had slowed enough I sat up and the wind hitting my chest at I'm guessing 115mph nearly ripped my hands of the grips. It scared the hell out me.

There's a multi-mile straight stretch through a gigantic bog up there...I stuck my GPS in my back pocket, tucked behind the little cafe-racer fairing on my lightly massaged Suzuki SV650, and ran it to 12k in top gear. Time slowed down and the road turned into a tunnel in my vision...

Steady as she went, but after I stood up and slowed down, realized what I did, the shivers kicked in. I was wearing full leathers, I guess I'd have just tumbled into scrub brush and soft moss and been not much the worse for wear, but still. Dumbdumbdumb.

and claims differently isn't being truthfull.

But any of us mortals, absolutely.

And yet I'd do it again in a heartbeat...

Hellcat motor in Hart’s car. Danger in going fast is no room to stop.

but is not his current wife...

with another woman that was not his wife...

So there ya go.

was her boyfriend. He likely was allowing the guy to take a spin in his car and the guy lost control.

Most muscle cars react big to minor pushes on the accelerator, unless a person is used to that problems can arise. California has nasty looking ravines just off the roadside and most don't seem to have railings.

And homophonic Heart/Hart at that...

box stock it's good for 707hp. not for inexperienced drivers.

it's kind of hard to tell anymore. The big B-body Chryslers handled the power of a big block a bit better than the smaller E-bodies like the Challenger or Barracuda, but none of them were going to win a race on a course with a lot of turns.

My first car was a 69 GTX (an overpowered Belvedere) which would be worth an insane amount of money if I had it today, but I have to admit the 'cuda was the car I always wanted. And I've had Mustangs and Camaros and Chevelles, but never an E-body Chrysler.

Ok . You would have moved from close to Mount Olympus to lower, IMO. The only way that you could have gotten higher was to own a 69 Camaro, 69 Mustang, or a Shelby Cobra.

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The world championship is not a climber’s course this year.

that was a very serious accident. Get well please Kevin Hart.

Rollovers in old cars like that, with no strong cage, usually end in head/upper body injuries.

Unless they weren't wearing seatbelts and got "thrown free". That tends to result in severe back injuries indeed.

No one less than Lewis Hamilton should have been driving that car hard, and I guarantee the driver decided to punch it.

I love any and all old cars, but they will all kill you VERY easily if you don't know what you're doing.

...more than once someone who had no business driving a GTO would wrap one around a tree or telephone pole.

We would say, only half-jokingly, that there should be a separate license for that much car.

And I think he's a whiny, entitled, self-centric little.tw...yeah..

He's the best driver since Schumacher and very possibly better.

then test the engine response to accelerator pressure.

Like you said, the guy likely tried to punch it with little room to control what happened after that.

They’re lucky to be alive.

Hart is a homophobic asshole, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.

See how the entire top of the car was gone? Fresh belts just hold you in to be sheared off along with the roof.

Restomods are great, just don't think they're survivable in a crash.

Maybe the driver tried to burn it on the highway.

headed in the opposite direction. Now a few seconds earlier I had both seen the San Francisco may in the distance way below me and saw house lights well below me. I really felt sorry for the driver, but there was nothing that I could do. I did notice other drivers that were going in the same direction as the vehicle slowing down to try to help. The next day as I was driving back in the direction that the vehicle went off the ravine in, the California Highway Patrol was still there, so my assumption was one or more people died in the crash.

If you want a scary drive, take Highway 80 between Mountain View California and San Francisco, of Highway 17 between San Jose and Carmel.

Red 440 with a six pack. He swapped out the rear end, put slicks on it, and drag raced it back in New Jersey in the summers. Carried a fire extinguisher between the front seats. He gave me a ride back from the hockey rink to my dorm on an empty back street once. Scariest six second ride of my life! And I've done some shit since then.

One article said the boyfriend of his wife's personal trainer was driving and the personal trainer was in the back seat.

I’ve been driving almost 50 years and somehow have never “lost control” of a vehicle.

You know, the way one just happens to “lose control” of the massive death machine one is piloting.

fast needs a lot of room to stop. One liter and bigger sport bikes can approach 100 mph from dead stop across a big intersection. Flooring a 700 hp car is exhilarating but also gets a car to 100 mph using up a 100 feet or more letting off the gas and putting on the brakes.