The year was 1993, me and couple of friends had just obtained our New Jersey Driving Licenses. So, we planned our first big trip, a 1100+ miles in 3 days. Let me remind you, none of us had driven cars in India or anywhere else until then. Among us only I had any driving experience, that too on scooter in Bangalore. The other two only rode buses and trains until then. Therefore, I was chosen as the primary driver.
First we rented a car, it was a 1993 model Mercury Topaz with only 3000 miles on it. Before getting out of NJ we had to join up one more group of friends about 60 miles up north. Hence, we entered the big bad New Jersey Turnpike.

This is a huge 6-12 lane highway which cuts across NJ, almost all of you must have seen this highway in various movies, just don't know it yet. I entered through the entry ramp and smoothly merged into the traffic at 6AM. It was fall time (early October) and still dark. I went with the flow of the traffic and everything was cool. Then I looked at the speedo and shuddered, I had crossed 85 miles (136KMs) and the speedo didn't have markings beyond 85.
Funny thing was I was not speeding at all. I was going as fast as everybody else in the middle lane, as I was taught I was going with the flow of the traffic. My friends were impressed with my driving skills on the very first day on a major highway. But as you will see they were too quick to judge...
We had to get out pretty soon at one of the exits to join our friends. In our excitement we forgot to keep track of the exit numbers. Suddenly one friend screamed, this is the exit. I was about 50 foot from the exit at 85 MPH and I took the exit ramp. BTW, I am pretty good with the brakes, I never pump or jam the brakes. I usually squeeze the brakes in a steady manner making sure it never jams. Anyway, I was able to shed about 20 MPH before the exit ramp twisted into the local road. Basically, I took that 25MPH turn at 65MPH and stared dumb at the red traffic light. After I took the turn I was down to 60 MPH and there was no way I could stop, so I ran through the red light which was followed by one more right angle turn followed by a red traffic light. I was still too fast to stop. These traffic lights were coming up immediately after the turns without any room to slow down. So, I ran through the second red light too. Again one more right angle turn, which again I took. Now this is where things turn little hazy. Few months later we couldn't remember whether I jumped 2 or 3 red lights. My friends thought I jumped 3 lights, but I find it little too far fetched, I think it was 2 red lights and 3 turns before I came to a stop.
When I finally stopped, there was silence in the car. None of us could believe how we rocketed out of the highway at 85MPH and jumped 2/3 red lights and took three 90 degree turns in less than 10 seconds and lived. We didn't hit any cars while jumping the red lights, or hit anything else in the turns and more importantly there were no cops to bust us. I humbly offered to giveup my driver's seat to one of them thinking they must have lost confidence in my driving. Funny how impressions change. However, they were more scared than me by this experience. Since I got them out alive and unharmed, I was asked to continue driving. It took 700 miles more before one of them volunteered to drive.
By the time I returned from the trip, I knew I had graduated as a car driver. Passing multiple 18 wheelers at 80 MPH on the wicked S curves on Pennsylvania turnpike was the highlight of that trip. One more trick I tried and learnt in that trip was how to switch lanes at 80+ MPH in wicked curves that were mile long or more. Like switching from left lane to right lane when the road is curving left or right and right to left lane when road is curving left or right, etc.
I don't enjoy speeding in the straight line, anyone can do that, therefore I don't see much challenge in that. Besides, cops can see you from miles and bust you. After accidently discovering my turning skills in the above incident

, I started speeding only in turns after that, especially
jug handle turns. New Jersey being the home of jug handles and winding serpentine roads never disappointed me in this aspect.