Had one of the most unbelievable drives tonight... My normal commute is 45 minutes of stop and go traffic on the freeway, but when the urge hits me, I drive 30 minutes due west (Middleburg, VA), and take Halfway Road south to a small town called The Plains (right on I-66)... Halfway Road is probably one of the most beautiful, winding, demanding, and DESERTED roads in the area.. Farmland and forest alternate in the scenery, while visibility of the road ahead is excellent, and road conditions a terrific....

Well, I drove out to Halfway Rd. tonight... Got there about 5:30 (Dusk, sky is still light, headlights are on), and found the road empty, and expected... pulled over real quick, and put on the 5 point harness, and HIT IT. Then next 5 minutes were intense, involving DOZENS of turns (posted 20-40 mph curves), elevation changes, brisk straightaways, and NOT ANOTHER CAR IN SIGHT!... Upshifts at 9,000 RPM, heel toe downshifts accompanied buy the sound of my hawk blue race pads at peak temperature slowing down for the next bend... The dusk being lit up by my headlights ahead, fire from the exhaust and sparks from the undercarriage behind.....

I always slow down when I start coming into The Plains, but tonight, I didn't slow down soon enough... As I came around one of the final turns (hard braking, 75 degree left hander, second gear), I saw blue flashing lights at the far edge of the straightway I had just come onto.... I coasted towards the lights, and when I got closer, I saw a State Trooper stepping out in front of me, with his hand up, in a "stop" signal.....

I pulled over, and he came up to the window. the conversation follows:

Trooper: Having a little fun tonight?
Me: Just on my way home sir.
"T": You don't think you might have been driving a little fast?
"M": I don't think so sir.... why?
T: I've been listening to you drive in my direction for over two minutes... I timed it on my watch...
M: That must have been someone else sir...
T: Sir, you brake rotors were glowing as you came around that last corner.
Me: Oh..... *begin laughing*

The Trooper took my license registration, and walked back to his cruiser. about five minutes later, he came back. He gave the car the once over, asking questions about what I use it for (autocross, HPDE, track days, etc.)... asked what modifications it had, etc... I was upfront about everything done to the car... Finally, the trooper handed back my license and reg., and GAVE ME A WARNING!!!

Trooper: I understand the roads out here are pretty empty, and it looks like you have a pretty serious car... but try and keep it to a more "civilized" pace. Please.... Have a good evening....

And he walked back to his car, and drove off!!!

So, that's my story, thought I'd share....

Dan

 

..you must be white.. jk

 

haha cool. glowing rotors, i would have pissed my pants luaghing at that if i was there

 

damn

 

Thats pretty tight. He timed you, you should have asked him what you got.

 

ahh the plains, what a wierd little town.

 

^^^ hahaha my thoughts exactly.. i wonder what the best time hes ever seen was too

 

there's nothing wrong with glowing rotors

...until your brake pads catch on fire

 

Hahaha i think i know what road to hit next on the way back down to harrisonburg.

 

you cant get a ticket for glowing rotors. you didnt get a ticket because he didnt have anything to site you for. sounds like a good time, be easy