Here goes the story.....hang on! In 1985 I had gone up to North Conway from Boston to play a tennis tournament. After a couple of rounds I lost and started heading for Boston Sunday evening. I decided not to take 93 ( the highway ) but take some of the back roads. Everything was going smoothly on these nice rolling hills until I crested the top of the hill and saw a big camper and six cars in back of it. I reached the last car and waited for the first car in back of the camper to start passing. He never did and neither did anybody else. 45mph on the straights ( with passing zones in a 55mph limit ) and 35mph up hill. I soon got antsy and told my wife I would have to pass them all in one fell swoop. I fell back to give myself a good head start. I then proceed to put my foot down to the floor with my finger on the horn button ( didn't want someone deciding to pass when I was passing! ) I passed all the cars and just hit the double yellow lines at the end of the pass. I pulled in front of the camper with my foot completely off the throttle. Less than 200 yards after the pass the road went up again. Incidentally, my wife told me I was doing 110mph during the pass. I like to stay in the passing lane as short a time as possible. Anyway, when I got to the top the hill there were two state troopers waiting for me. They pulled me over and asked for the usual. Then he proceeded to ask me how fast I was going. I told him that I was more busy watching the road then my speedometer. Then he asked me how I thought they caught me. I said the usual....with radar. No, he said, we timed you with a spotter plane! In the meantime, the camper and those six cars were all hooping and hollering as they went passes me! For or against me? Who knows. I could now see a big, big fine coming my way and perhaps even impounding my car! But, he proceeded to tell me they had timed me at 70mph!! I guess the lines on the road didn't coincide with the plane's timing device! Anyhow, he said he was going to give me a break because he loved Ferraris. 65mph instead of 70mph. I left feeling all was good with the world! Incidentally, my car was bought new in 1983. 308QV. She's been with me ever since!