Okay, so a couple months ago, I take the car out for a cruise because it's a beautiful Sunday morning. I just got everything running really good and the thing is making a lot of power and the blower is really liking the cooler weather. So I'm coming up this hill and I am seeing how the car pulls under full boost, which by the way, it goes up a hill like it's flying. Well, don't you know it, just as I'm cresting the top of the hill, what do I see? Yup, you geussed it, Johnny law. Not one, but two motorcycle cops with speed guns. So to re-cap. The speed limit is 25 m.p.h. I am under full boost and am probably doing 3 times that. I know they probably heard me coming because the exhaust is pretty loud, but that blower sounds like a jet plane when it's huffing away. I get to the top of the hill and say a few expletives and let off the gas a little and they see me and I see them, but the thing is, I don't exactly wait for them to step out in the street to wave me in. I just stomped on the gas and flew right past them. My heart was racing, but I was thinking that I am in a pretty fast car and 25 m.p.h. is way to slow for that street and it's a really nice Sunday morning and they shouldn't be hassling people. Anyway, they got other people to ticket besides a guy in a badass Mustang. I was actually thinking that as I raced past them. I never saw them in my rear view mirror and I didn't go home that way either. I don't know why I did that because if I was in my everyday car, I would have pulled over, but the Mustang made me do it!