I had a '68 RS 327 in high school and college. It never saw past 85mph; that was just me. I liked going 0-60 much more than seeing how fast it would go. I do have one of those dumb-S%^ stories, though:
One Friday night, myself and a few other motorheads were loitering in the Univerity Mall parking lot in Fairfax, VA. Smoking cigarettes, blaring music, couple of girlfriends - good times. So this idiot in a car I don't remember, comes ripping around the corner and almost hits us. Of course 17-year old testosterone kicked-in, and we took off after the guy. It had rained, so the roads were slick...
I'm in the lead, and have caught up to him on this windy road. I had skinnier tires on the front, and I looked down for just a second and when I looked back at the road, the right front tire had gone off of the pavement and onto the shoulder (which is a joke in VA, as they don't have shoulders, they have ditches). When I went to correct back to the road, I over-compensated, and all 4 tires broke traction, as I went into a diagonal slide going up around a curve. On pure instinct or luck, I felt I was about ready to plow into the berm on the other side of the road, so I whipped the steering wheel around, and ended up doing a 180. In the span of 5 seconds I guess, I was going the opposite direction. My buddies passed me in their cars about 2 seconds after that....Later on, they were like "how the heck did you turn around so fast!?" One of my friends who had been riding shotgun (and had had a few beers), thought I had done it on purpose. He was like "YA, that was great!!!" I almost crapped my pants !