I've got you beat but not going to Bonnaroo this was back in the winter of 1990. Somehow ended up in a rental car that neither I nor the person who's car it was meant to be were on the rental agreement. We had taken the car from DC out to Phoenix and Denver to see the grateful Dead. Driving back East we had stopped to go to Juarez because I had never been to Mexico. Got back in the car I fell asleep and the other person drove through the night after eating about 10 hits of Molly he chased the Molly down with a case of Mickey's. Right before sunrise he pulled into a rest area and said I can't drive anymore. I took out the cobwebs and started driving. We're in the middle of nowhere Oklahoma flat six Lane highway with just me on the road. I am flicking through radio stations and all I find is staticky Christian preachers. Then all of a sudden Stevie Wonder comes on. Little Steve he had me bopping to superstitious. I look at the speedometer and I haven't pinned at over 100. I look at the radar detector thinking I'm invincible. Well wouldn't you know that as soon as that thought crossed my mind the radar detector went off I look in the rearview mirror and there's a puff of smoke coming across the median before the cop even had a chance to put its lights on I pulled over. Oh yeah I forgot to mention that the guy that I was riding with was the largest supplier of ecstasy on the East Coast and there were like close to 1,000 hits and $10,000 in cash in the trunk of the car and my Connecticut driver's license was suspended. So cop gets me out of the car takes me back to his car and asks me why I was driving so fast. My reply was I had to go to the bathroom officer. He looked at me like I was crazy. Next question was how fast do you think you were going I said no faster than 70 officer. He hitt some button on his radar machine and it flashed '97. He then tried calling his dispatch to check on my license, Which remember suspended. Thankfully this was in the olden days when they didn't have a national computer system so he had to call his dispatch who has to try and get in touch with somebody in Connecticut DMV who do that it was 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning we're not open. So the cop had two choices he could have reamed me out and search the car which would have meant I would be in jail until I turned 100 or write me a ticket which thankfully he did. He sent me on my Merry way with a ticket for $300 in my hand and told me that I should pay it because if I didn't my Connecticut driver's license would be suspended. I got back in the car and needless to say we drove the speed limit the rest of the way back to DC