CLOCKING OVER 200
I can vividly remember the first time I clocked over 200 (kph that is), my uncle driving a notchback Mustang as we blasted down the Taupo-Napier highway, the quarter glass whistling away like crazy. It felt like we were flying — and knowing what I know now about how lacklustre their suspension is in stock form, we probably were. As a young lad I thought we’d set the damn land speed record that day, and I’m sure I bragged about it for weeks on end. It’s a magic number 200, and when you put mph after it, it becomes the stuff of dreams — dreams many devote their lives to. In drag racing and land speed circles, it’s the holy grail, both with their own elite clubs hats and T-shirts…