[TheWastelander]

By the way, you talk about aggressive driving but this shit here is AGGRESSIVE driving and not for the faint of heart:

Part 1: http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2009/05...explained/
Part 2: http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2009/05...d-part-ii/
Part 3: http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2009/05...-part-iii/
Part 4: http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com/2009/05...d-part-iv/

Excerpt from Part 2 that made me laugh:

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The time will come when, despite our best efforts to look ahead, watch brake lights, and use our Valentine Ones, we will be clocked. At this point, we have two useful options. We can pull over and wait for the nice policeman, right there across the road from his clocking point (this will sometimes earn us some goodwill), or we can run.

It isn’t really “running” until the cop is directly behind us with his lights on. That’s a felony, and I advise against it. Until then, it’s merely additional speeding, spiced up with some unwarranted direction-changing. When we decide to perform said additional speeding, we need to absolutely abandon the idea of getting where we were going. That’s no longer important. Instead, we need to perform three important tasks.

Task one is breaking visual contact. As long as the cop can see us, we are toast. So it’s time to boogie. Most police sedans with light bars can’t break 120 mph, so we want to get to that speed or better immediately. We look ahead, not behind, or we will surely drive right into the back of a lane-wandering minivan full of multicultural children stroking crippled kittens and singing “Kumbaya.” We can check our mirrors in the gaps between traffic.

I also recommend that forum members who like to drive fast get radar and laser detectors and possibly jammers (if they're legal in your area). Mine has saved my ass multiple times.

Don't bother asking any cops you personally know about them, either. They will either lie or they won't be sure if they work or not because they don't have to worry about getting speeding tickets anyway. A friend lied to my face about mine, probably to try to protect me from myself, saying it wouldn't work. Well, he was wrong.