Speed Limit Quotes

The day after I had my licence to drive, I made Paris/Nice at 230 km/hour.

A car is a 2,000 pound projectile that can go 100 miles an hour.

Man is flying too fast for a world that is round. Soon he will catch up with himself in a great rear end collision.

Can’t this thing go any faster?” Thalia demanded. Zoe glared at her. “I cannot control traffic.” You both sound like my mother,” I said. Shut up!” they both said in union.

There is a limit to the application of democratic methods. You can inquire of all the passengers as to what type of car they like to ride in, but it is impossible to question them as to whether to apply the brakes when the train is at full speed and accident threatens.

I was so wild and crazy and dumb in my car. It didn't run but 30 miles an hour. You made do.

The speed limit on most of Maui's highways is forty miles per hour, but my mother never went above thirty.

As far as the media goes, I'm driving in the left lane at 28 miles an hour.

My driving record is not exemplary, but I have never had a speeding ticket over 100 m.p.h. I can say that unequivocally.

You pretty much know as a driver what too fast is.

driving at the speed limit--hideous thought.

I'm the slowest driver in the world.

I don't need to break the speed limit. But if I'm not passing other vehicles on the interstate, I get a little irritated.

You cannot run faster than a bullet.

If it was... let's say they just banned 170, that it was either 55 or 85, I'd go to 185 before I'd go to 55.

At two-tenths the speed of light, dust and atoms might not do significant damage even in a voyage of 40 years, but the faster you go, the worse it is--space begins to become abrasive. When you begin to approach the speed of light, hydrogen atoms become cosmic-ray particles, and they will fry the crew. ...So 60,000 kilometers per second may be the practical speed limit for space travel.

My first memory of motor racing - I think it was just attending a go kart race.

It is a paradox to say the human body has no 'limit.' There must be a limit to the speed at which men can run. I feel this may be around 3:30 for the mile. However, another paradox remains - if an athlete manages to run 3:30, another runner could be found to marginally improve on that time.

Do you know how fast you were going?" Fang looked at the speedometer..."No," he said truthfully. I tagged you at seventy miles per hour,"she said, pulling out a clipboard. I let out an impressed whistle. "Excellent! I never thought we'd be that fast." Fang shot me a look and I put my hand over my mouth.

I don't purposely speed, but I might go over by five or six miles an hour from time to time. It doesn't give me a buzz driving on normal roads, because I can't go fast enough. It's never going to be anything like an F1 car.

The last time I was pulled over was in 2005. I was going 55 in a 35 mile per hour zone - which I don't understand because you can barely even idle at 35 miles per hour. Anyway, I was ordered to go to traffic school. It was an 8-hour class and really painful.

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

I'm going to introduce you to a revolutionary thought - you can go slower and get there quicker. And that's to do with flow. As soon as you made it two lanes and brought in the 70 (mph) and 50 (mph), you got there quicker. It meant the flow of the traffic was better, there were less accidents, less deaths, I think that's an important factor.

I think if you don't touch the wall in Monaco, you're not on the limit.

I don't want to die in a race car.