I have one friend in the Navy, and one civilian that I work with, who have heavy feet. When it comes to driving on the freeway, I’ve heard stories from them that simply reek of testosterone. (Except both are women.)
Although neither have quite done this: I clocked a guy on a crotch-rocket bike doing 189 mph. Just let him go. Since police departments began to get sued for chasing speeders, around 1995, there’s a fine line.
You have to determine if you can catch him, if chasing him will cause an accident for him, for you, for the public. There’s no way to catch anyone like that.
Update: True to form, one of the ladies mentioned above told me that she got her car up to 130 mph recently. And she discussed it as if it were an everyday occurrence. While she was talking, I thought: remind me to never accept a ride from ‘er. I don’t know whether my ticker could take bein’ in the same vehicle. . .