I want to put this into perspective. The fastest I’ve ever been in a car I’ve personally owned with a known measurement is 130.287 in Angry Grandpa at Wilmington in 2015. The fastest I’ve been in my own car, period, is somewhere between 130 and 140 MPH in “Warhammer”, the 1987 360/4-speed Dodge Diplomat that I still consider my high-water mark when it comes to project vehicles. The fastest I’ve ever been in a road going vehicle is 172 miles per hour in a 2002 Chevrolet Corvette Z51 on an impromptu blitz run somewhere in Washington State. I can’t count either the Cessna 172 that I piloted during flight training nor the OH-58D(R) Kiowa Warriors I worked on in the same breath as this car. The Chinook helicopter, one of the fastest rotary-wing vehicles in production, flies at roughly 188 MPH at full chat. And then there’s the legend, the car that for the last decade has been the benchmark, the Bugatti Veyron, which in Super Sport trim tagged in at 267 MPH.
Three hundred and thirty one miles an hour. You can’t type that figure into Google right now because the entire freaking world is trying to wrap their head around the run made in the Middle of Nowhere, Nevada. 331 MPH is cruising speed for small jets and fast prop planes. Don’t believe me? This thing is faster than a deHavilland DHC-8 100 in cruise. Superlatives don’t do it justice. Dropping the F-bomb wouldn’t do it justice, and it’s warranted in this case. In fact, the only thing more surprising than the speed is that the driver lost his nerve after a couple of crosswind issues at the upper end of the run. Hit play. You’ll hear it like we did: this car couldn’t be bothered to give a shit until it crossed the 200 mile an hour mark, and that’s when things get real interesting, real fast. From 200-331 MPH, it accelerates like a Camry that’s been kicked in the ass. That might not sound right, but at those speeds, that’s borderline unreal without rocket assist. And you can tell that the car was still pulling like a freight train on fire when the driver’s spine chilled, you can see it as the numbers continued to climb. There is still plenty left on the table.
Cool day, warm asphalt, no wind. We can’t wait to see what that vMAX figure looks like.