In 1990, in early spring, Matt drove up to
my place on Bleaker Street in Aspen, Colorado, to pick me
up for a drive down to Phoenix, Arizona.
Matt arrived with Christian, a German
physics grad student at the University of Denver, who had
a Wolfsburg Edition Turbo Volkswagen Golf. It had a redline of
8500 rpm, and a tremendous amount of horsepower for its
light weight.
When they picked me up, they already
drove about 4 hours from Denver to Aspen. When we took the
"tour route" along the Colorado River into Utah,
they were ready for sleep, and I took over driving. This
was around midnight.
With two asleep passengers and no viable
navigator, I pushed that VW Golf to the max along the
Colorado river route into Utah and down to Arizona. I
found out that the car topped out handily at 135 mph,
cruised on straightaways at 115mph, but still handled well
on level corners up to about 95mph. We made time like you
would not believe.
As we entered Arizona, we were greeted
by the rising sun on the left to the east, with a setting
full moon to the right on the west, at exactly the same
time. I stopped the fast car in the middle of the desert
to watch the simultaneous event, and everyone woke up and
saw it, and then Matt and Christian went back to sleep
right after that.
Matt and Christian woke up again in the
northern Arizona desert at a landmark that I forget, and I
told them where we were. Matt looked at the map and said,
"We're about 2 hours ahead of schedule!" I said,
"Yes, at 115 mph we are making really good time
indeed."
He said, "One hundred fifteen? That
can't be legal."
He asked about
the oil temperature, and I showed him that the
temp was elevated but normal.
Eventually, I burned out, and I handed
over the VW to Christian and he drove it into Phoenix
Metro. End of story. |