Got pulled over last year trying to drag a knee in a corner on the way to work. The cop said I was doing 55 in a 35. Checked my registration/licence. Said "Great bike." let me go. Once in my young and dumb 20's (a very long time ago.) i wrecked my 200sx doing 110 on a narly stretch of road named Martin road.Twisty, bumpy and generally shitty stretch of road. Really fun. Got sideways at over 100 thinking I was a badass. Rolled the car. Luckily I was the only one in the car. Cops showed up,the tow truck showed up, car was a mess. My elbow must have fallen out of the car at some point, huge road rash. The sherrifs think that the car barrel rolled 4 times then went end over end 2times, then slid for like 40 yds.they asked me how fast I was going. i told them over 100. They about shit they totally expected me to say somthing like 60 or 70. The car would barely sit square on all 4 wheels! I told them there wasn't any point lying to them there's no way they'd belive I was just over the speed limit. To my shock I only got a going over the double yellow line. Sometimes it pays not to lie to them.Especially when it's so fucking obvious that your doing some douchebag stuff.