Time to head home to the real world again. After yesterday and all the adventures on the farm, a slow day around the house is well earned and greatly appreciated. But not before having the s*** scared out of me. I mentioned Ken had a sort of sports car. Now my memory rarely serves me well when it comes to cars, so the brand escapes my mind, but I do remember them mentioning a V8 and 700+ horse powers under the hood. That means travelling home in that particular beast of course.
But with our luck it had rained during the night and was wet on all the roads, so Ken didn't really want to push it. But when we were out on the freeway, the road dried up for a short stretch and Craig had just driven past us with his Range Rover, Ken figured it'd be a good idea to catch up.
Now, we were riding at a comfortable 107 km/h so Craig was going a bit above the legal 110 km/h when he went past. This meant catching up would have to punch the gas.
I saw Ken lower the gear and felt the speed rising a bit and suddenly we were right behind the Rover that had seconds ago been cruising about half a mile ahead. I couldn't really say how fast we were going, but I assumed it was around 170-180 km/h considering how quick we caught up but it didn't feel like we were going that fast. But right as we went past them and started releasing the gas I took a look at the dashboard: 210 km/h and dropping! We had just been going close to 220 km/h and it barely felt like you had kicked the regular freeway speed of 120 km/h.
Insane car that thing... You wouldn't be caught on a camera speeding, the shutter wouldn't even begin closing.
Ken said he had previously been up to 240 km/h ON FOURTH GEAR. He didn't really dare put in 5th or 6th then.
But I made it home, and in time for the breakfast with the entire family. It was a lovely place we went to, expensive, but great.
Anyways, g'nite and keep fresh.
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