I missed the Staff meeting, but the Memos showed that Larry Jaques
wrote on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 04:07:04
-0800 in rec.crafts.metalworking :
On Sat, 01 Mar 2008 19:21:24 -0800, with neither quill nor qualm,
pyotr filipivich quickly quoth:

I missed the Staff meeting, but the Memos showed that Gunner
wrote on Sat, 01 Mar 2008 09:41:26
-0800 in rec.crafts.metalworking :

This is not completely correct. CA has a basic speed law that prohibits
driving faster than is safe. That is applicable on any road.

On roads that have a "maximum speed" posted, this can be enforced regardless
of better than average conditions. A prime example of this is in Gunner's
back yard. Trucks going down the grapevine have a maximum speed limit of 35
MPH. Enforcement begins at 36 MPH.

Indeed. and they DO enforce a 1mph overspeed. And its VERY expensive.
1-5 mph over on the Grapevine as I recall, costs a trucker $471 to
start off with and goes up from there.

Of course the Grapevine has had a LONG history of incredibly horrific
deaths on it as the result of truck traffic.

Dad's story was from the CHP officer who had it floored, was doing
over a hundred and climbing, lights and siren going - when the truck
passed him. I've also been told, if you were really, really,
extremely "use up a lifetime supply, eight and a half of your nine
lives", lucky, you might make it shiny side up, down onto the flat,

I was heading to Sandy Eggo with a buddy in his built 65 Goat, a 389
with 3 2-bbl carbs on it and a 3.03 rear end. We had just entered I-5
south from Oceanside, CA when he sped up to 70 or so, back when it was
a 55mph California. A CHP officer pulled up next to us and pointed for
us to pull over. Phil laughed, hit a long burn in second gear, and we
were off to the races. I **** a brick, thinking we'd be in jail in
minutes. He caught rubber in third and we were leaving the CHP behind
us long before he caught 4th. He leveled off at 140, ran for about a
minute there, and then backed her down. It was then that he told me he
knew the CHP officer and they did that every once in awhile for kicks.
I liked to have killed him for that, but it was a very memorable
evening.

Had a friend, bran new fast car. Coming back to Tucson from SD,
there's a nice flat stretch of desert. So he's tooling down the
highway, and notices there's a cop car behind him, lights going. Looks
down - doing an excessive rate of speed, 90 plus. "oops" and pulls
over. He's all apologetic, road hypnosis, hadn't realized how fast
he'd speeded up, and blah, blah. Cop tells him that if he hadn't
slowed down, he would not have caught up to him. Said he'd been
clocked at around 140 earlier, "way out in front". Ooops. Let him go
with a warning, as I recall.
Dang, I can remember his face (big hair and mustache - it was
1974) but not his name. Long ago and far away.
--
pyotr filipivich
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over walking into the saloon, because when I asked the bartender
whether they served zombies he said, ‘Sure, what'll you have?'"
from I Hear America Swinging by Peter DeVries