Queenie that sounds like a complete blast!

172 in a Porsche 997.2 on a long downward stretch in Germany last year. Best news is that it was legal......

Montreal Canada, November 1997, Pirelli sponsored event on a private test track, Pro driver at the wheel, Ferrari F40 on race slicks, exiting banked curve, full throttle in 5th gear, RPMs climbing quickly, 186mph before he had to let off because... It was beginning to snow!

I'll never forget that experience!

Well, I got it up to135 on the way to the dog park, old Hoagie (golden retreiver) said it was great and we impresssed all the dogs (*****es) as we slid through the parking lot to a stop.
It just goes to show you that old dogs still like the wind in their face and showing off for the girls.
I'm so full of crap!

Excellente' :)
That could be some kind of record....?;)

won't run the Cobra over about 100 but have popped 175 a couple of times in the Viper

I have told this before but I hit 159 at Texas Motor Speedway several years ago in my Cobra coming out of Nascar turn 4.....I had replaced my rev limiter from a 6200 chip to 7000 RPM chip. As I crossed the start finish line my enigine went completely silent after a shutter and a bang. I pushed in the clutch and all I could hear was the wind. I would never do that again because of the cost to repair 427 FE. Now I keep my 6000 Rev limiter ship in place and seldom bump up against it (unless I need to clean the dirt off my tires in the country).

Clois

Reving a FE too high can be costly. I had a bad experience with that in 2009 at the dragstrip. The cost in dollars was almost equal to the number of RPM.

1091 knots over the ground in an F-18A+ at altitude (14,000ft). That is 1254.6 MPH and about 1.75 times the speed of sound.

670 knots (770 MPH) at the Naval Air Station, FT Worth airshow in 2006 at 100 feet altitude. About 5 MPH of breaking the sound barrier over the crowd.

Cars?....about 147 on the main drag in front of the Cecil Field Naval Air station in Jacksonville , FL in my then new 1994 Corvette.

Cobra?...I don't know yet...should be on the road in Feb.

GRUFF

In the Backdraft, about 115 on a small two lane road when the throttle stuck wide open. That was fun. Luckily I turned the key off and we saved ourselves (sharp turn coming up) and the engine before it blew past the redline.

Also an indicted 154 in a Cadillac CTS-V at Fontana Speedway front straight. A/C on full and stereo blasting some Sugarland song I don't remember.

SkipB

An excerpt from the book "The Untouchables".... fun reading! BTW, the Navy pilot is not you Gruff78, is it? :)

There were a lot of things we couldn't do in an SR-71 Blackbird (The Air Force/NASA super fast, highest flying reconnaissance jet, nicknamed, "The Sled"), but we were the fastest guys on the block and loved reminding our fellow aviators of this fact. People often asked us if, because of this fact, it was fun to fly the jet. Fun would not be the first word I would use to describe flying this plane - intense, maybe, even cerebral. But there was one day in our Sled experience when we would have to say that it was pure fun to be the fastest guys out there, at least for a moment.

It occurred when Walt and I were flying our final training sortie. We needed 100 hours in the jet to complete our training and attain Mission Ready status. Somewhere over Colorado we had passed the century mark. We had made the turn in Arizona and the jet was performing flawlessly. My gauges were wired in the front seat and we were starting to feel pretty good about ourselves, not only because we would soon be flying real missions but because we had gained a great deal of confidence in the plane in the past ten months. Ripping across the barren deserts 80,000 feet below us, I could already see the coast of California from the Arizona border. I was, finally, after many humbling months of simulators and study, ahead of the jet. I was beginning to feel a bit sorry for Walter in the back seat.

There he was, with no really good view of the incredible sights before us, tasked with monitoring four different radios. This was good practice for him for when we began flying real missions, when a priority transmission from headquarters could be vital. It had been difficult, too, for me to relinquish control of the radios, as during my entire flying career I had controlled my own transmissions. But it was part of the division of duties in this plane and I had adjusted to it. I still insisted on talking on the radio while we were on the ground, however. Walt was so good at many things, but he couldn't match my expertise at sounding smooth on the radios, a skill that had been honed sharply with years in fighter squadrons where the slightest radio miscue was grounds for beheading. He understood that and allowed me that luxury. Just to get a sense of what Walt had to contend with, I pulled the radio toggle switches and monitored the frequencies along with him.

The predominant radio chatter was from Los Angeles Center, far below us, controlling daily traffic in their sector. While they had us on their scope (albeit briefly), we were in uncontrolled airspace and normally would not talk to them unless we needed to descend into their airspace. We listened as the shaky voice of a lone Cessna pilot who asked Center for a read-out of his ground speed. Center replied: “November Charlie 175, I'm showing you at ninety knots on the ground.”

Now the thing to understand about Center controllers was that whether they were talking to a rookie pilot in a Cessna or to Air Force One, they always spoke in the exact same, calm, deep, professional tone that made one feel important. I referred to it as the "Houston Center voice." I have always felt that after years of seeing documentaries on this country's space program and listening to the calm and distinct voice of the Houston controllers, that all other controllers since then wanted to sound like that and that they basically did. And it didn't matter what sector of the country we would be flying in, it always seemed like the same guy was talking. Over the years that tone of voice had become somewhat of a comforting sound to pilots everywhere. Conversely, over the years, pilots always wanted to ensure that, when transmitting, they sounded like Chuck Yeager, or at least like John Wayne. Better to die than sound bad on the radios. Just moments after the Cessna's inquiry, a Twin Beech piped up on frequency, in a rather superior tone, asking for his ground speed in Beech. “I have you at one hundred and twenty-five knots of ground speed.”

Boy, I thought, the Beechcraft really must think he is dazzling his Cessna brethren. Then out of the blue, a navy F-18 pilot out of NAS Lemoore came up on frequency. You knew right away it was a Navy jock because he sounded very cool on the radios. “Center, Dusty 52 ground speed check.” Before Center could reply, I'm thinking to myself, hey, Dusty 52 has a ground speed indicator in that million-dollar cockpit, so why is he asking Center for a read-out? Then I got it, ol' Dusty here is making sure that every bug smasher from Mount Whitney to the Mojave knows what true speed is. He's the fastest dude in the valley today, and he just wants everyone to know how much fun he is having in his new Hornet. And the reply, always with that same, calm, voice, with more distinct alliteration than emotion: “Dusty 52, Center, we have you at 620 on the ground.”

And I thought to myself, is this a ripe situation, or what? As my hand instinctively reached for the mic button, I had to remind myself that Walt was in control of the radios. Still, I thought, it must be done - in mere seconds we'll be out of the sector and the opportunity will be lost. That Hornet must die, and die now. I thought about all of our Sim training and how important it was that we developed well as a crew and knew that to jump in on the radios now would destroy the integrity of all that we had worked toward becoming. I was torn. Somewhere, 13 miles above Arizona, there was a pilot screaming inside his space helmet. Then, I heard it - the click of the mic button from the back seat. That was the very moment that I knew Walter and I had become a crew. Very professionally, and with no emotion, Walter spoke: “Los Angeles Center, Aspen 20, can you give us a ground speed check?” There was no hesitation, and the replay came as if was an everyday request. “Aspen 20, I show you at one thousand eight hundred and forty-two knots, across the ground.”

I think it was the forty-two knots that I liked the best, so accurate and proud was Center to deliver that information without hesitation, and you just knew he was smiling. But the precise point at which I knew that Walt and I were going to be really good friends for a long time was when he keyed the mic once again to say, in his most fighter-pilot-like voice: “Ah, Center, much thanks, we're showing closer to nineteen hundred on the money.” For a moment Walter was a god. And we finally heard a little crack in the armor of the Houston Center voice, when L.A. came back with, “Roger that Aspen. Your equipment is probably more accurate than ours. You boys have a good one.”

It all had lasted for just moments, but in that short, memorable sprint across the southwest, the Navy had been flamed, all mortal airplanes on freq were forced to bow before the King of Speed, and more importantly, Walter and I had crossed the threshold of being a crew. A fine day's work. We never heard another transmission on that frequency all the way to the coast. For just one day, it truly was fun being the fastest guys out there.

Gruff, you are insane. Dont let me down when you come in later this month.. I'm holding my breath :) I don't wanna see you in some Cesna ;)

Will be interesting to see what the 427 will do. I think I mentioned earlier in this thread, I did 160 in a 427 we built around MIS in the early 2000's. I'm sure that didn't have 3/4's of the motor your car will have in it.

Car 07 Corvette Z06 181mph
Bike 2001 GSXR-1000 188mph

Gents,

Not me with the SR-71. Only 3 were flying after 1989, all flown by "other" agencies.

Mike,

No big deal....I know my self preservation instinct has ramped up in the past few years....maybe no more 147 MPH public street runs anytime soon....

GRUFF

I came here to show off but I guess I am a total loser over here. In Audi TT I've reached about 130 kmph:)

So, it was 1987, and I had just bought the new Honda "Hurricane" (CBR600). I was stationed at March AFB, in Riverside Ca. at the time,and for Spring Break, headed East on I-10 across the desert toward Palm Springs. I was able to get the bike to an indicated 146mph.. slowed down for a while, when this passes me....

http://www.clubcobra.com/photopost/d...slant_nose.jpg

930 Slant nose turbo cabriolet, top down, 2 guys rolling on.. so... I tuck up behind them, maybe 5-10' off their bumper.. the passenger is turned around yelling, thumbs up, and appears to tell his friend to hit it....

So we are in the middle of the desert, me 5' off their bumper at around 125-135mph, when I get the bright idea that I can take them.. well, as I swing out from my nice tight draft into the wind, well, let's just say it was eye opening.... I felt like I was hit by a truck, and lost about 10-20 mph... so needless to say, they left me... but I did see them later in the weekend in Palm Springs, and had a good laugh... :LOL:

It wasnt my fastest but my most memeorable was being 17 years old and given the keys to a 12 cyl e type Jag while they were working on my 69 triumph. The owner of the shop knew I loved going fast and asked if if I wanted to drive. You didnt have to ask me twice and about 20 seconds later we were doing about a buck fifty but it felt like 200!:MECOOL:

I've only had the Cobra a little over a month, but have seen about 120 so far.

My 07 Z06 a tick above 170mph at the Mojave Mile, was breaking my class and had to back off.

Drive Tech NASCAR driving school 165 in a Monte Carlo at Fontana Speedway. Was at 165 in turn one when the right real blew...NOW THAT WAS A RIDE!!! To me a week to find my stones!!!

Mike came over to pick up his Unique Cobra after I installed his KC 427 s.o. punched to 487, 619 hp. I took him for a ride to show him how the car drove with the new motor. It was early Sunday morning with light traffic. My shop is in the county. I took him North till we got to the Tenn. / Ala. state line where the road turns into a 5 lane. I touched the speedo (50 mph) and told him to watch it. 7000 in 3rd and 6700 in 4 th, slip into 5th as the needle passed 140. I ask Mike how fast we got to and he said he was watching the road, maybe 145. The car felted good and stable. Felt like it could had done 160 plus.

Dwight

Just the number: 275/60-15 Drag Radials, 3.73 gears, top loader, 7,000 rpm = 156mph. 162mph in my '03 XJR. :p:p:p