Jason McAllister was recorded driving his BMW M3 at 156 mph on the A90 between Aberdeen and Dundee.

 

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/2973149.stm

 

Tim :D

HHhhhhmmm good job he hasn't got a Z!

 

I drove up and down that road at Easter and it's a very fast dual carriageway.

I didn't drop below 100 for most of the journey in a Pug 206 DTurbo!

What's the punishment for doing that sort of speed?

 

I found myself on an empty stretch of the M4 the other night and I did *ahem* 145mph ...*allegedly* (and briefly before I shat myself and thought I might kill the car or myself)

I must have set my cruise control to high ;)

 

It's scary how easily it gets there :eek:

 

(Note to myself: Must pay more attention to the speedo when driving)

I hate to say this but I would guess that this is going to end in a custodial sentence, even if it's 30 days.

 

This is juxtaposed to the little rat-bag on TV the other night who was driving a car with a police certificate on it, bald tyres, loose battery, no MOT, no TAX and a provisional driving licence. What did he get? A £200 fine and a driving bad. HTF can you ban someone without a licence. The judicial system in this country is so far up its own arse!

 

Rant over :D

 

Tim

The thing that scared me (apart form the obvious) was how much fuel I used doing that speed.

I had to slow down and do 70mph on the way back because the tank was nearly empty, I'm sure I used near 1/4 of a tank in those few minutes.

 

:eek:

I know some one with 18 points on their licence and because she is training to be a nurse they let her off with a ban after 12. She has had 2 speeding tickets with points, 1 accident and 2 counts of driving without insurance.

 

She tried to get insurance a few months ago. Cheapest was £3000 for a 1.4 Corsa I think it is.

 

There was a person on a bike that got a 1 year prison sencence for doing 160 on a single carrage A Road.

I think he was hit so hard because he filmed it so he couldnt say it was an accident, he also had a revolving numberplate.

 

 

Stuart

Anyone remember this nutter! :eek:

 

Fast as f**k!

 

Even faster!!!

 

Mad jap!

 

Taken from the site:

 

The transcript of the article from Max Power magazine:

 

 

 

As many people have repeatedly asked, here is the transcribed contents of the original Max Power magazine article. This used to be hosted on the web on the MKIV.COM website (with pictures and all) but for some reason doesn't appear to be online anymore. Enjoy!

 

 

 

IT'S 2AM, AS THE JAPANESE FILM CREW QUIETLY ATTACH THE FINAL CAMERA TO THE THROBBING, 1003BHP SUPRA. THEIR PLAN? TO VIDEO THE CAR DOING 200MPH ON ENGLAND'S A1M...

 

The Supra's lights burst on and a noise like a thousand spinning roulette wheels signalled the three fuels pumps were activated. Booom! The engine fired...

 

The tips of Mr Kuzuhiko Nagata's fingers were sparkling. We'd just forced him to scrape some ice from the windscreen of our Saxo to make the point about the conditions. Mr Nagata shrugged, placed his hands over his plate-like glasses and giggled. A Japanese video crew had been following Mr Nagata all day, filming his Top Secret Supra take on the most powerful Supras in England. Now they wanted to film him going 200mph on UK roads, and Mr Nagata was up for it. 'Christ, he's serious,' we though, 'he's really going to give in to their demands and attempt 200mph, tonight, on the goddamn A1!'

 

 

It was 8pm and the Max crew, still in complete denial, decided to head off and grab a pizza followed by a few hours shut-eye. The pizza didn't taste too good. In fact everything that we put in out mouths was tainted by the sour taste of fear. Worst case scenarios were talked about until knots the size of Tokyo cramped our stomachs and there was a queue to drop the kids off at the pool.

 

 

Kenny's face, sullen and pasty at the best of times, turned whiter still as we continued to try and come to terms with the immensity of what we were about to witness... and contemplated all the things that could go wrong. What if Mr Nagata crashed? What if the Supra blew up? What if... ?

 

 

 

SLEEP IS CANCELLED OUT BY FEAR

 

At midnight we turned in. Sleep was cancelled out by fear, but closing our eyes would at least trickle-charge our batteries for a couple of hours. Energy was a must for what was about to happen and Mr Nagata had... er... 'crashed out' out hours ago. if he really was serious how could he kip at a time like this?

 

 

We finally all met up again at the Peterborough garage where the Supra was being stored. Shit, what would 1003bhp really be like? The huge gaping door of the garage was open. The intense striplights cast a heavenly beam into the darkness and onto the car. For a moment we wondered if we were looking at the most beautiful car we had ever seen... for the last time.

 

 

Our convoy headed towards the old section of the A1 near Sawtry, just south of Peterborough. Mr Nagata was anxious to get on with things. We'd all come to appreciate the vastness of his balls, but now it was time to consider whether Mr Nagata was, in fact, many noodles short of a chop suey.

 

 

The facts speak for themselves: it was one-degree C, there was frost on the roads, the Japanese film crew had chosen the only bend in a two-mile stretch to film from, the car was covered in cameras held on with gaffer tape, the screen was filthy (no washers) and - just to add that extra element of risk - Mr Nagata had one day's experience of driving on British roads and that was today. What was the film crew thinking?

 

 

 

BOOM! THE ENGINE FIRED

 

The Supra's lights burst on and a noise like a thousand spinning roulette wheels signalled that the three fuel pumps were activated. Booom! The engine fired. At idle it sounded smooth - as if the top end was lubricated with double cream - and with surprisingly little blipping of the throttle to warm the motor, Mr Nagata crunched into first and moved off, his cameraman passenger looking nervously ahead.

 

 

On the first pass under our bridge standpoint, the Supra was on trailing throttle. Mr Nagata had nailed it for a full-on acceleration run and then backed off. As it went under the bridge (at 150mph) the gulping, howling roar of the engine was interrupted by a cackle from a walkie-talkie. The Japanese film cameraman nodded into the radio and stuffed it back into his pocket. The car was running lean and while we couldn't see it, we knew somewhere, a quarter of a mile away, Mr Nagata was fiddling away under the bonnet trying to sort out the mixture.

 

 

Standing around waiting wasn't good. A combination of tiredness and paranoia conspired to turn all cars into police cars and all trucks into meat wagons. The remnants of road building; discarded traffic cones and unopened slip roads, heightened the sense of abandonment.

 

 

Word had come though the walkie-talkie that another pass was due. We stood next to the film crew on the bridge, facing northbound. Once again their radios crackled something and all hell broke loose. the film crew grabbed their equipment and scrambled down the bank. Shit! What Now? Has the bloody thing blown up? Has he crashed? Cops?

 

 

None of the above. The Supra burbled towards us and stopped on the hard shoulder. Apparently it was time for a burn out. We were laughing our nuts off more out of fear than anything else when suddenly a giant whooshhhhoooowl signalled the start of the most spectacular burn out we've ever seen.

 

 

Mr Nagata had eased the Supra into the second of the four lane carriageway, stopped dead and let the clutch out at huge revs. The sounds was like a million bats fleeing a cave. The turbo was hissing like a steam train and the tyres were screaming as if the were dying a horrible death. The engine? Imagine the sound of a Spitfire plane, speed it up and times it by 10. Wild.

Part 2:

 

EXPLOSION OF FLAMES

 

The brakes were released after a few seconds and we caught sight of the car again. It emerged from the smoke and then - with another crunch into second - Mr Nagata was gone. Just as it disappeared into the blackness, Mr Nagata changed into third and a flame the size of a golf umbrella burst from the exhaust and gave use a final, glorious look at the car before it went for what would turn out to be its final full-on run.

 

 

The video crew were unhappy that the car hadn't cracked the big 200mph. Taka, Mr Nagata's colleague from Top Secret, looked over the engine for any signs of problems. There were none until he tried to close the bonnet. The bloody thing wouldn't shut! Air had got under there, forced the bonnet up and bent one of the securing pins.

 

 

"Velly sellious," said Taka, "this happen in the past. Two days before Auto Salon Show last year, bonnet lifted at 190mph, flipped back, smashed screen, destloyed roof." They taped it down hard.

 

 

A police T5 cruised past northbound just as Mr Nagata was turning round, thankfully out of sight. It was the last piece of luck they'd have with the 'Old Bill' that night.

 

 

 

THE MOST INCREDIBLE SIGHT EVER

 

Next thing, Mr Nagata's headlights appeared about half a mile away on the southbound carriageway. Even from this distance we could hear the rumble of the tyres and the sizzling turbos. We got on the mobile to the deputy editor John Sootheran who was stationed 400 yards past the bridge. "Here it comes, John, ****ing hell!" It was the most incredible sight we've ever seen. It rushed towards us, headlights mesmerising our brains, then with a noise - no scrub that - a frequency we felt in our guts, it passed under the bridge and was gone. Jaws were open, heads shaking. The speed the car passed under us was devastating.

 

 

Mr Nagata eased the Supra back onto the bridge for some more checks. When he jumped out we jumped in and pressed the recall button on the Stack; the figures 310kph (194mph) and 9700rpm flashed up. It took a while for the reality to sink in.

 

 

Still no 200mph, though, so Mr Nagata leapt in for another crack. It was difficult to see the point. He'd just gone faster than anyone's ever gone on British roads as was still alive. Surely 200mph wouldn't feel that much different?

 

 

There was not talking him out of it, especially as we knew no Japanese and he couldn't speak English. Anyway, he'd disappeared 10 minutes ago and there was no sign of him. Then an excited Japanese voice came on the walkie-talkie.

 

They'd been tagged, not at speed, not doing anything wrong, but told in to uncertain terms to clear off. It was almost a relief to hear. Three cop T5s were prowling, taking an interest in why we were hanging around a bridge at 4.30am.

 

We decided to go. Suddenly, another message burst from the radios. Taka interpreted: "Mr Nagata, he ready for the challenge now..."

 

 

 

THREE VOLVOS SWARM ROUND THE SUPRA

 

As Mr Nagata hit 130mph, the challenge was over. Three T5s had swarmed around the Supra in a matter of 20 seconds and the car was escorted away by the trio of flashing Volvos, leaving Mr Nagata to face a challenge he hadn't expected.

 

 

We followed the convoy, which arrived at Peterborough police station 15 minutes later. As the officers took him inside, Mr Nagata's only hope was to mount a spirited defence using the words 'hello' and 'schoolgirls' - the only English he knows. Even a man fearless enough to attempt 200mph on the A1 for the sake of a Japanese-commissioned video must have been cacking himself.

 

As we arrived, Taka went in to translate. He was in there for just over an hour and 30 minutes. When he came out he gave an immediate update on the proceedings. "They're not happy," he said.

 

 

It was now 6.34am. No one had slept, Top Secret's President was in custody and he needed a solicitor sharpish. Astonishingly, Taka remained adamant that Mr Nagata would do 200mph on the road. "He's no chicken," said the man we know as "The Otter". We could scarcely believe what we were hearing. Eyes bloodshot and screaming for bed, we were seriously doubting the sanity of our Oriental friends.

 

 

We offered sympathy as Taka tried to work out what to do next. Incredibly he remained unfazed and asked us to look in the phone book for Perry Mason. When it was explained that he was a fictional lawyer, Taka did not seem so optimistic anymore.

 

 

 

WE'RE LOOKING AT 10 YEARS AT THIS RATE!

 

"You could always try someone from LA LAW," it was suggested, jokingly. "Yes, I think that is a good idea," said Taka, looking relieved. Shit. They'll all go down for 10 years at this rate...

 

 

Thinks looked grim. Even with an interpreter, Mr Nagata's on line of defence was: "Come on, you honour, 130mph isn't that fast." The police had also seized the video evidence of his earlier shenanigans, which probably featured a close-up of the Stack system showing 310kph - a piffling 194mph.

 

 

With that likely to go down like a pork chop at a Bar Mitzvah, Top Secret's other hope was that the police video facilities hadn't yet moved out of the Betamax era.

 

 

Later on, a call to the police station revealed that the wheels of Britain's legal system were spinning even faster that the Supra's. A solicitor and interpreter were currently with Mr Nagata, and the case would be held at Magistrates Court shortly.

 

 

Once in court Mr Nagata clarified his name, age and promptly pleaded guilty. Good start. The police account of events was read out and shed new light on the case, however. According to them the Supra was stationary on the hard shoulder with its hazard warning lights on when the police pulled up behind it. At this point, they said, the car accelerated off and was pulled over seconds later doing 130mph. Talk about rock 'n' roll.

 

 

The solicitor read the defence for Mr Nagata, stressing the time he'd already spent in custody and the Magistrates huddled to confer like the contestants on Blockbusters.

 

 

Amazingly, the fine was £155, plus £35 costs, plus a 28 day ban from driving on English roads.

 

 

 

BRITISH JUSTICE AT ITS CRYPTIC BEST

 

With that, it was over. British justice at its cryptic best. In local and national news, police would be quoted as being "astonished" at the punishment, calling this "the sort of maniac driving at daft speeds that the courts should be cracking down on."

 

 

It would also transpire that this was the first serious speeding offence on the new A1(M), and that police were opposed to the road being widened to four lanes for fear of this type of excessive speeding.

 

 

We left Court One and congregated outside. Normally reserved, Mr Nagata beamed and once more gave a thumbs-up. He said something to Taka, who immediately translated... "Mr Nagata said that when he comes back to England next summer, he will definitely crack the 200mph-barrier." Oh shit... ;)

This account reminds me of the (Urban Myth?) story of the Japanese who filmed himself driving a Ferarri F40 at very high speed in Japan, then selling the film in Car Part shops. The police bought a copy and nicked him, using the tape as their only evidence.

 

It must be something about being Japanes I guess, but we still have to thanks them for it, I mean, there would be no Zeds, Skylines etc without this cultural madness!

 

Not sure I condone that sort of speed in the uk though - doesn't make me feel safe at all.

 

(Being a reformed MAD GIT myself - got a ticket for 138mph in France in my Saab 9000 CSE Carlsson a few years back - on the spot fine of £680 which I had to pay IN CASH or have my car impounded - ouch!)

Originally posted by NigelBoyd

(Being a reformed MAD GIT myself - got a ticket for 138mph in France in my Saab 9000 CSE Carlsson a few years back - on the spot fine of £680 which I had to pay IN CASH or have my car impounded - ouch!)

 

And what a shame it is that the UK police can't do the same to all the f'kin foreigners using the M20 as a race track in their TurboD Peugeots!

 

Tim

Here, Here Tim ...

 

As a regular M20-dodge-the-unmarked-driver ... this thing with the flying Belgians and Frenchies has long been a bugbear of mine:mad: :mad:

 

It's just not cricket ... but bloody typical, nonetheless.

Are you saying that when you go over to France, you don't ignore their Motorway speed limits?

 

I know I certainly do! :D

Well, that's a fair point Dave, but the thing that gets my goat, is that *if* you get stopped there, it's no questions asked ... give me your money ... friends of ours were stopped at the peage, and my mate was wheeled off by the gestapo, without even a chance to speak to his missus to the nearest cash point ....

 

Because we don't have the same on-the-spot fine system, it seems that the foreigners just get away with it .... that's the thing here ...

 

I thought we all ignored m/way speed limits regardless of location tbh!:D

Originally posted by john-boy Z32

I thought we all ignored m/way speed limits regardless of location tbh!:D

Well yes, of course, but I thought I'd just try uncovering a minor bit of hypocrisy first! :D

Oh yeah, sorry ... I forgot to include the standard "except me, of course!" disclaimer :D

 

Hypocracy .. what Hypocracy!!! ;)

Originally posted by Dave Marley

Well yes, of course, but I thought I'd just try uncovering a minor bit of hypocrisy first! :D

 

Don't be an arse!

 

The point that was being made is...

 

If you are a foreigner speeding on a UK motorway you will get away with it, full-stop, no argument, it's a fact.

 

I have seen it myself, nasty boggy diesel hacking it past a jam sandwich and they do nothing because they have no powers. They cannot fine on the spot, can't impound the car and the offence can't be passed to the constabulary in their home country. They can however be stopped and requested to appear in court, but there is nothing stopping them going back to the continent.

 

Now lets look at the mainland Europe way of doing things...

 

The 'friendly' armed, gendame (Sp?) stops you on one of their roads, you are in excess of their speed limit...

 

'Pay up, or we impound your car 'till you can'

 

Hmmm, isn't the European Union a wonderful thing.

 

This has nothing to do with Hypocracy it has to do with the manner in which the crimes are delt with.

 

Tim

Originally posted by TT Tim

Don't be an arse!

Look, I was joking, there was a big smiley. John got the joke, shame you didn't. :mad:

 

The point that was being made is...

 

If you are a foreigner speeding on a UK motorway you will get away with it, full-stop, no argument, it's a fact.

 

I have seen it myself, nasty boggy diesel hacking it past a jam sandwich and they do nothing because they have no powers. They cannot fine on the spot, can't impound the car and the offence can't be passed to the constabulary in their home country. They can however be stopped and requested to appear in court, but there is nothing stopping them going back to the continent.

Our police are generally lazy. As far as I'm aware, they can and do arrest speeding foreign drivers and bring them up before the courts almost immediately, but they don't like doing so as it means more work for them.

 

On the other hand, how often do they arrest British drivers and take them to court? Pretty rarely, because it makes their life easier to issue a fixed penalty if anything at all.

 

Having driven on the UK motorways for 16 years, a lot of the time over the (speed) limit, and having only been stopped once (and even then I was let off), I don't feel the overwhelming sense of unfairness you obviously do when someone else gets away with it too.

 

Yes, it looks more obvious when they turn a blind eye to a speeding foreigner, but maybe they would have done the same to a speeding UK driver.

 

My (admittedly limited and always as part of a convoy off a ferry) experience on the M20 suggests to me that the police there are much more interested in stopping overladen cars and vans than they are in stopping speeders anyway.

Did someone want the vid of the Jap guy in his Ferrari F40 doing the double ton???

 

F40 199mph

 

There you go LOL....Just need Realplayer to view it.

 

 

Robert.

Robert, a few years ago there was a great video done by some barking mad Frog on a Gixer of some sort trying to break the record of doing the Peripherique round Paris. Strap the camera to the tank and do 180+ lane spiltting ffs. :eek:

 

Do you know the one I mean? Maybe even a link to it?

 

Cheers - Gio

Originally posted by Gio

Robert, a few years ago there was a great video done by some barking mad Frog on a Gixer of some sort trying to break the record of doing the Peripherique round Paris. Strap the camera to the tank and do 180+ lane spiltting ffs. :eek:

 

Do you know the one I mean? Maybe even a link to it?

 

Cheers - Gio

"Pascal does the Peripherique" or something like that. I've got it somewhere, I think, but it's around 50MB!

 

It should be available on edonkey/kazaa. I'll try and find it.

http://www.mork.no/Pascals_ride_on_La_peripherique.mpg

 

56MB :eek:

Thanks Dave,

 

might try to get a mate of mine to d/l that one for me!

 

Cheers - Gio

Originally posted by Dave Marley

Look, I was joking, there was a big smiley. John got the joke, shame you didn't. :mad:

 

Our police are generally lazy. As far as I'm aware, they can and do arrest speeding foreign drivers and bring them up before the courts almost immediately, but they don't like doing so as it means more work for them.

 

On the other hand, how often do they arrest British drivers and take them to court? Pretty rarely, because it makes their life easier to issue a fixed penalty if anything at all.

 

Having driven on the UK motorways for 16 years, a lot of the time over the (speed) limit, and having only been stopped once (and even then I was let off), I don't feel the overwhelming sense of unfairness you obviously do when someone else gets away with it too.

 

Yes, it looks more obvious when they turn a blind eye to a speeding foreigner, but maybe they would have done the same to a speeding UK driver.

 

My (admittedly limited and always as part of a convoy off a ferry) experience on the M20 suggests to me that the police there are much more interested in stopping overladen cars and vans than they are in stopping speeders anyway.

 

You really just don't get it do you, smiley my arse!

 

Shall I open with... My 18 yrs on the british motorways, I too have only been 'caught' speeding on a Motorway once and that was by laser from a bridge, and I didn't know about that until the FPN came through, just how would they do that on a Foreign car.

 

I picked out the M20 because that it the stretch of motorway that I know and know very well. Living just 3 miles away from J.10. Almost every other car is on foreign plates and yet they seem to have little regard for our speed limits, Where you and I would use caution and keep our speed to a sensible limit, even if that is above the legal set limit, our continental chums do not seem so inclined.

 

The point I was making was about level playing fields. In France we would all be treated in a similar maner i.e. as I outlined before, but in the UK the powers of the police are so limited that this is not feasable or even possible.

 

So, shut up about me feeling unfareness about other people getting away with it, as you put it. My grievance is the one rule for us and another for the rest!

 

So post away - I'll not bother to reply, this thread has wasted too much of my time already :

-@

 

Tim

Originally posted by TT Tim

You really just don't get it do you, smiley my arse!

**** off! John and I were having quite a jovial exhange until you waded in.

With that level of debating skills you should be a politician!

 

Sorry, just couldn't resist.

 

Tim :D :D :D :D :D ;)

Originally posted by TT Tim

With that level of debating skills you should be a politician!

 

Sorry, just couldn't resist.

 

So you do have a sense of humour? Cool! :p :D :D