Well...
My dad's gone 146 in his RX-7 NA comeing back from Chicago.
He gets pissed at some people at work, 1 guy parked a 626 in front of his stall(the guys stall) to keep from someone from working in his stalls, and he took a wheel off, hid the keys, and put it on the rack. This was on a Saturday that this guy wasn't working, and the rest of the mechanics needed more room to work. So my dad found the key, put the wheel on, lowered the car, peeled all the way around the biulding and parked it behind the dumpster. No one saw him, and on Monday the guy was so pissed, my dad told his boss, the boss said to get the car back(not being mean, just saying that it needed to be worked on), so my dad got into the car, peeled around the lot, and slamed it at about 30 into the stall, almost hitting the guy. His boss was laughing.
My dad's also known for driving in reverse at a high rate of speed, usually on our street after he forgets his wallet or something, then he floors it in reverse, and makes a U turn into our driveway(we live on a corner, so he went aroung the corner and into our driveway).
He is also big on road rage sometimes, if someone passes him on the highway really fast, my dad will race him and pass him and get infront of them. Yesterday, me, my mom, and my dad went to Springfield Il to go antiqueing(my mom), and we were on 55 N, this guy flew past us in a Camry, my dad floored it, was right behind them, and they moveed over and my dad downsifted to 4th, and kept it floored and we went about 100 right past them.
Then, on the way home, it was sleeting and crap, we went over a bridge, the Probe scooted over and my dad thought we hit something, we kept going at about 75, went over another bridge and it started sliding side to side, but my dad held on, and we slowed down. Coulda been killed, but it was kinda fun thinking about it now.
My mom sometimes drives fast. Last summer we went to Ohio, on the way my mom was driving, and this guy in a decrapitated(I made that word)Legend(not ZeroCool, I hope)cut us off, almost forcing us off the road. So my mom floored it, we cut them off and just kept it floored, getting up to about 97 with a car top carryer, the 4 of us, and all of our stuff, before the trans started spewing oil and smoke all over the people racing us. Sorta like a Bat man move or something. My mom pulled over at a rest stop, and woke my dad up(slept though the whole thing) and he cleaned it up, it was fine and we got on the road at a slower pace.
That's about it...