My friends know better than to take me seriously when I tell them something (I once convinced my wife that she would lose mpg in her Prius when she turned on her seat heaters) - for some reason, for good and bad, I have a face that people just naturally believe. To me, it's the only explanation of this....
I was driving in Eastern Washington on I-90 to Ellensburg. Everyone knows that is the last place on the planet to really fly... 10 over (60-80 mph depending on the zone), and unless you look like a child molester, it's probably okay... I was blowing along in my 6.2 diesel, turbocharged 83 4x4 pickup well over that number. In fact, I honesty answered when he asked me "how fast" I said I don't know, but likely near 80 as the last time I looked down. He said "you know it's 70 mph here" I said "sure, but 70 mph only means you get a semi attached to my drop hitch. He said, yes but, you were going well over 90. I looked at him and said "I believe you, but I'm having a hard time believing you as this is a 6.2 diesel (rattling nicely) and while the speedo only goes to 85, the only way it'd see that is if I drove it off a cliff. He said "well, yeah, we had those in our Humvees, and they weren't fast"... I looked at him and shrugged - he said, well, I'm not sure and since you were truthful to me about your approximate speed - just slow down through here, have a nice day. Sometimes my talents just scare me. While my speedo doesn't go to 85, my gps speedo on my phone had a number that started with 9....
I also love the advice "slow down through here"... meaning, "don't let ME catch you speeding again"... yes sir! lol found out later that the WSP was related to a good friend of mine - to this day, when I see him, I lead off with "you didn't see ME speeding, did you?"
He retorts that I must be blond...