The country is New Zealand, the city of Hamilton, I worked in a Service Station pumping gas and doing small car repairs on the 4pm to midnight shift, the year was 1977. I owned a 1965 Shelby GT350 which was always parked close to the forecourt (under my watchful eye). Things got fairly quiet from 10pm to midnight. A young local law enforcement officer (motorcycle) would come in every second night for a cup of coffee and chat... and always asking me questions about the Shelby, and would say that "one day I wouldn't mind going for a ride". One night, just as I was closing up he came in and said "this is the night you are going to take me for a ride!". He got in the car with full uniform (and wearing his helmet). I took him for a ride down Te Rapa straight at over 100 mph (speed limit 30 mph). You can't refuse the law...
. A week later I was going down Te Rapa straight a bit too fast, he had someone pulled up on the other side of the road and heard me coming because of the loud side pipes, turned around and gave me the 'thumbs up'. I have many other stories with this car... but this one will do for now.