ok so one time in cross country.. I got fourth place. that last leg at the finish line is where my need for speed was really handy. I ended up slipping and falling in the mud (rainy day) but it was totally worth it to pass 4 people in the last half mile.

A time my need for speed came in handy was when I was young and was working at the local Taco Bell. I was always picked to wash the dishes…..it became a nightly thing for them to time me to see if how long it took me to do the dishes…..of course I hated doing dishes so I would do them as fast as I could…..my record was to get them done in 30 min and nobody has beat me yet and they still talk about the dishes speedracer Angela!

I was playing 1 of the older Need for Speed games and I saved my NOS till the end and I drafted up behind the other car, done a Slingshot, he tried to block me, but I was to FAST and unleashed the NOS to pull ahead and win the race.

We were in our parking lot at work at the end of the day, when two men began to argue in a neighboring business parking lot. One of the men ended up having a shotgun,started firing at the other guy and killing him. Thank god I used to run track and play soccer. Cause I hauled ass Fast and Furious style, darting in and out of parked cars and jumping anything that was in the way, to get back into our place of work.

I dont have a sport car capable of real fast speeds, but what little acceleration can do came in handy one day when I was at a stop light. The light went green and I started crossing, when out of the corner of my eye I see someone in the crossing lane coming right trough the red light. I did what my gamer instinct screamed me to do: push the gas while turning slightly in the direction of the incoming car… the guy crossing the red passed just between me and the car that was behind me, that had hit the brakes. Of course, I kept driving full gas for another 5 minutes until my heart stopped pounding.

I was driving from Tampa to Miami and was going down Alligator Alley. I always rented a car for the trip since I was worried that mine might breakdown and leave me to get eaten alive. Alligator Alley stretches from one coast to the other coast across the Florida Everglades. I was driving along and minding my own business when I totally had a Clark Griswald moment. These 2 hot a$$ broads roll up next to me in a drop top Benz and they are totally checking my style out, unfortunately my rental car was a complete turd (Mazda 3). They hang around and we exchanged glances and then they take off. I punched it as fast as it would go trying to catch them. Just as I hit 95mph I see sirens!!! The cop flies right by me and of course he pulls the hot broads over. I slow up naturally as I need to see whats going on. As a fellow Police Officer I figure this may be a time to play hero. Teh 1st responder is a dude that looks way familiar and I happen to recognize the officer from the Academy years back and I was able to get them a out of the ticket as well as saving the day. We met up in South Beach later and ended up having a fun time at the Fountainbleau Hotel. I would say that was the best time a need for speed totally hooked me up!

Many years ago, I was doing a bit of treasure hunting in an ancient Peruvian temple. As I was beginning to leave, I accidentally set off a booby trap, and a boulder started rolling after me. Thankfully, my incredible speed allowed me to out-race the giant stone…wait, no, that was Indiana Jones.

One time I won a Beer Olympics gold medal for chugging a beer the fastest. My peers and parents were unequally proud.

Speed. Oh what to say. One time, as I live in the suburbs of Chicago, there was a secret Fall Out Boy show at the Chicago Theater. Seeing as that my girlfriend at the time was an avid fan, I needed to get tickets. I picked her up, and sped down the highway. Weaving in and out of traffic the only thing on my mind was getting to the Chicago Theater and securing two tickets. As I turned down State Street, and zoomed to the entrance of the theater, I noticed that a cop was behind me with his lights on. As I pulled over and jumped out of the car, the cop screamed at me to get back into the vehicle. He screamed at me the entire time I was at the Box Office and picking up my two tickets. I got them, but was charged for excessive speeding and disobeying direct orders from an officer. It was well worth everything when my girlfriend was happy and we were at the show later that night. Which she had to drive to!

Woke up late on the day of my best friend’s wedding. I was just west of Orlando, FL and the rehearsal dinner was in 5 1/2 hours in North Carolina (normally a 7 hour drive). I got ridiculously lucky when an hour in a semi came blazing up doing 90. I popped in behind him, and drafted him and made it to the restaurant only 5 min behind. I told them I got lost on my way there and all was forgiven. It wasn’t until we were drunk and out of earshot of his future wife that I and two other groomsmen told the real story.

One day I dropped my annoying ass mother off at her doctors appointment and was in the car at least two hours waiting, so finally I just left and went to chill at a friends house and I was there for a couple of hours and didn’t realize it, I called her phone to see if she was done yet and she said she had been waiting for a couple of hours, so I speed across town to get her and when I got there she was pissed and I explained how bored and agitated I had got and left…. Its so funny because she came out of her appointment about 10-20 minutes after I left!

OK, this was a long time ago…In this area speed is not necessarily what I was hoping for but in this case an absolute necessity.
I was dating several girls in college and I lived in the master suite of a single floor rental with an regular door like any other house but a second door which lead out to the backyard and around the house. It was a Saturday night I had spent the entire day with this amazing girl with a body that I had only dreamed of in the past. I managed to get he back to the house at a good hour but it took a great deal longer to verbalize my pure intentions before she would begin to relax and undress for a night of fun(at least for me). Now, I’m the kind of guy to please a woman first, so I went to town(downtown). While she enjoyed my work it took a long time to get to the height of her excitement (a long ass time); but she got there. Afterwards, it was my turn but I my #1 girl was on her way over ( I married this gal). Long story short, I really had to work fast to “get mine,” chat it up an bit, so I could do it again, get her dressed, and out the back door without being noticed by my #1. On that occasion speed came into play and worked, I wasn’t caught that time but I did eventually get caught as my #1 decided to surprise me and come in through the back door to my bedroom. (a story /experience I will never forget)

Freshman year in soccer, our team participated in the New York State Final Four. My teammate chipped a ball over the defense, and I was able to speed through and strike it home allowing us to take the lead. Probably the most speed I’ve ever shown, and definitely the best experience of my life.

Driving home one night in a friend’s ’66 Mustang, we came across a guy who tried to race us off the line. When we beat him, we naturally heckled him. At the next stoplight, he got out of his car with a baseball bat. Smoking the tires, we left him behind (more than likely choking on the smell of burning rubber) and the line of traffic honking as loud as they could. That’s probably the biggest rush I’ve ever had from my need for speed.

We were at a friend’s house for a party. We were drinking and having a good time. Our friend was depressed and drank 1/5 of Jack Daniels. He passed out and we couldn’t get him to throw up. We threw him in my car. The hospital was about 2 miles from the house. I swear it took me about a minute to pull up to the ER. We took him in the door and scooted. We saw him the next day and he was still drunk 24 hrs later.

A time where speed came in handy for me was when I was in the far left lane without the knowledge that I was supposed to merge right. With an eighteen wheeler on my right and very little space ahead, the speed of my turbo-charged Buick (A.K.A The Blue Dream) kept me alive.

my need for speed comes in handy with my tae kwon do training….i have to finish running uphill in a certain time…if not….master chen hits me with a bo staff…and it hurts

Need for speed came handy?

Highway 15 towards Las Vegas from LA, racing with friends.
I was in crystal 300 and my friend in infinity G35, racing who would be at planet hollywood parking first. Driving at 110 miles/hrs on freeway 15.
what you expect if u see a cop on other side going opposite direction? I thought it does not matter, but he made a U-turn in middle of the freeway (since there is not fence in between roads). Quickly took an exit and hide at near by gas station. phew!
Friend got a $1000 ticket. A good experience.

When speed came in handy? I think of hand speed. Anyone remember the final Test Your Might in Mortal Kombat when trying to break the Diamond? You bet your a** speed came in handy and I would say they were the Fastest Five fingers until this Friday!

my speed came in handy when I saw that you were giving away something and I clicked on the link to try and be one of the first people to post on this to get a better chance at winning.

My girl was new at giving road head so we were driving slow. After the road head came a test of time, more so a test of my speedometer as we raced to be at work on time!

How about surviving an Israeli death squad of 4 Aug 29, 1999 from New Orleans, La to Houston, TX 2001 before coming back to CT and now snitchin on an Irish mob family and driving fast to stay alive. =)

I was visiting some friends an hour away from home. My wife called to inform me that there was a large thunderstorm with tornadoes coming my way and she was worried and would like me home. I got in the car (92 Thunderbird SC) and started going ~100 mph down country roads. I got to this long straight away and saw an ominous sight, a twister behind me to the northwest (I was heading due east). As I got into town, the siren went off, I ran into the house and we both went to the basement. Glad that car was fast.

So my roomate in college (we were from the same town) had a history of being late/not ready for travel.

When we would leave our hometown to head back to school he was notorious for having to make several stops. Mom’s house for laundry, grandma’s house for cookies, dad’s house for who knows what.

Every time i thought i had his schedule down he would add another stop.

One time our trip back to school was a day early so that we could be in a big beer pong tourney. Well “captain stops a lot” forgot something at stop one so we had to go double back through town and left later then I (the driver) would have liked. After getting all his ducks in a row it was pedal to the metal and we flew down the interstate back to school.

Made it to the party with minuets to spare (for round one draws).

this one time i was driving on the interstate this 18wheeler was merging into traffic about to run over me and my car all i could do was gun it.i barley got out the way in time. i would most certainly have died. speed saved my life that day.

I was helping a friend Dave work on his brakes in his garage. His roommate pulled into the driveway, not paying attention, and he tapped the back of the car. It came off the jack stands and landed on Dave’s leg. It sliced it open pretty bad. I put a tourniquet on it, put him in my car and literally raced to the hospital. A trip that would have normally taken about half an hour took me maybe 5 minutes. Speed really played a role in that one.

had to get home before a storm hit

A time my need for speed became handy. Happened about 2 years ago. I happen to be celebrating a bachelors party at a strip-club. A friend and I started heading home on the expressway.And realized we needed to pee “like race horses.” Did I mentioned stuck in the middle of major traffic. Hundreds of people that would gawk at us for sure. We didn’t have guts to pull over and pee, but I did have balls to speed on the emergency lane till we got to our exit. And long behold a cop stop us few feet from the exit. Stated how stupid we were to do that in front of him.I apologize and agreed how stupid it was to do such a thing. I told him the truth, why I had the need for speed. I begged him that my office and bathroom which was near by was the only reason I had to get off quick! and if we continued to talk about the matter. I was sure to pee right there and then..pants all!! Showed him Business card office address and proved to him I was heading for one reason only! The Magic words that came out of his mouth was, I am giving you warning this time!! Greatest time of my life and the need for speed helped. I don’t recommend to speed or drive on any emergency lane. But It sure saved my pants this time..LMAO

I live in New York City. My need for speed is getting the train on time during rush hour. I’m a true master of the 100 meter dash.

Since I can’t post about illegal acts(driving over the speed limit), I will have to post about my job. My fast typing skills help me everyday. If I wasn’t “speedy”, I wouldn’t be able to get all my work done!

a story 4 speed,4 me as a boat operator…we do have limits with outboards!this 1 time i did a trip,usually takes 30mins to get to this place,had 2 act fast,a boy needed 2 get 2 hospital,took 15mins….pushed the boat 2 its limits…don’t like 2 speed 2 much n my car,i crashed once,bad accident!but only real fast story i got…the boy lived by the way!thxs

Once I got stopped by a female CHP while riding across the golden gate bridge. I was on my triumph speed triple. She noticed that I had a sticker that said “chick magnet” under the tail light and asked if it were true. Put it this way she found out a short time later.

Fracking for nat. gas in the Marcellus Shale area when the drilling mud shot straight up the borehill at 5m/sec so everybody had 10 seconds before it was breached. Yeah, speed helped.

I have a habit of sleeping through my alarm.

I woke up 40 minutes before my flight to San Francisco left. The airport is 35-40 minutes away from my apartment.

Got there in 35 minutes and managed to catch my flight!

Before I can tell my story it is important that I give some background information on my child. My obsession speed with speed started when I was a wee tyke in grade school. I always wanted to go FAST, I applied this to most of my toddleresq activities like drinking milk (had to be the first one done), naptime (had to be the first one asleep and the first one awake) and watching television (I preferred to watch my power rangers tapes on fast forward). I got this ideology from my father (a retired accountant) who once told me “if your not first your last, because only winners are loved”. Even at the tender age of 5 it was something that really hit home, because he was right everyone loves a winner. Needless to say from then I was the first to do everything; first to finish any exam or any homework assignment, quickest to finish my SAT’s, first to finish all you can eat tacos at Sam’s taco house (one of my most proudest moments but that is a story for another time). Fast-forward 20 years and I’m head chef for McDonalds inc. you might say whoa, whoa, did you not finish first in your class in High School and College couldn’t you get a sweet ass job as a CEO of what ever company you want? And the answer is yes I did do all those things and I could get a job wherever I wanted. However my true passions did not lie in the boardroom or in and office building, my interests lay else where in the land of burgers, fries salads and shakes. Industry insiders actually credit me with putting the Fast back in fast food (ever notice how long it takes to get food from a fast food restaurant? Too long.) But I digress; my story starts after a long day designing the new ways to streamline food production. I get in my car and drive home (no this story does not take place behind the wheel of a car). I arrive at my front door to my home find it slightly ajar; I find this very alarming because I take personal experience very seriously. I slowly step in to my vestibule to investigate; I see a group of men trying to blow the door off the safe where I keep my secret McDonalds recipes. I sneak back out to decide what to do, I could alert the authorities but that could possibly draw attention to the recipes, which are worth millions. I would rather not to tempt anyone. I decide to take matters in to my own hands and get rid of the robbers myself. I duck in to my room and grab the bull horn (first lace prize in a three legged race I participated in) and went said “THIS IS THE POLICE WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED!!” I could hear them inside scurrying around trying to escape. I entered in the front door triumphant that I had scared them off only to find that they had left the (still active) bomb behind. To my shock and dismay I watched the clock tick down from 2:50 to 0:45 in the blink of an eye. What should I do? I could run and have a crater for a home or I could engage in my most exhilarating race yet. In this case if I didn’t finish first against the clock I would not only be last, I would be dead last.

Challenge accepted.

Time was running out and I sprang in to action (little know fact culinary arts school is a perfect cross trainer for bomb diffusion). I opened the lid the say a colorful array of wires and circuit boards all in perfect harmony and similar to how a fresh garden salad of it where a garden salad of death. Needless to say I was very comfortable with this set up. Numerous times when drafting a new salad McDonalds executives would often tell me to take one or more specific toppings out of the salad. And to avid wasting time making a completely new salad I just pluck the unwanted ingredients out. Much like in this case I just needed to figure out which wire to pluck. I grabbed my salad tweezers from out of my bag and though about all the other times I had seen a bomb diffused (thank you hurt locker). Time was running out I had it down to the red or yellow wires, the red pepper slice or the yellow pepper slice. Which to choose? Which to choose? I needed a miracle, I needed a prayer, I need Bon Jovi. Time was waning 5,4,3…I closed my eyes and snipped the yellow wire. Nothing. I peeked at the counter to see that it had stopped with .3 seconds remaining. I had won I had stared death in the face and laughed, my quick and cunning culinary skills had saved the day. I leaned against the wall mentally exhausted but happy. Another race won, another notch one the belt.

The best time when speed came in handy for me was during a random, drunken, hook-up w/a fat chick. Once I realized what I had stuck my junk in, I pumped as fast as I could. It was the only time in my life I’ve been happy to have prematurely ejaculated!

this is basically the same story as posted above but i made some slight edits for reading effect and grammar so you should read this one and not the first post.

Before I can tell my story it is important that I give some background information on my child. My obsession speed with speed started when I was a wee tyke in grade school. I always wanted to go FAST, I applied this to most of my toddleresq activities like drinking milk (had to be the first one done), naptime (had to be the first one asleep and the first one awake) and watching television (I preferred to watch my power rangers tapes on fast forward to me it looks cooler that way). I got this ideology from my father (a retired accountant) who once told me “if your not first your last, because only winners are loved”. Even at the tender age of 5 it was something that really hit home, because he was right everyone loves a winner. Needless to say from then I was the first to do everything; first to finish any exam or any homework assignment, quickest to finish my SAT’s, first to finish all you can eat tacos at Sam’s taco house (one of my most proudest moments but that is a story for another time). Fast-forward 20 years and I’m head chef for McDonalds inc. you might say whoa, whoa, did you not finish first in your class in High School and College couldn’t you get a sweet ass job as a CEO of what ever company you want? And the answer is yes I did do all those things and I could get a job wherever I wanted. However my true passions did not lie in the boardroom or in and office building, my interests lay else where in the land of burgers, fries salads and shakes. Industry insiders actually credit me with putting the fast back in fast food. Ever notice how long it takes to get the different components of a happy meal from the packaging to your tray? Too long in my opinion, that’s where i come in and to speed things up. But I digress; my story starts after a long day designing the new ways to streamline food production. I get in my car and drive home (no this story does not take place behind the wheel of a car). I arrive at my front door to my home find it slightly ajar; I find this very alarming because I take personal experience very seriously. I slowly step in to my vestibule to investigate; I see a group of men trying to blow the door off the safe where I keep my secret McDonalds recipes. I sneak back out to decide what to do, I could alert the authorities but that could possibly draw attention to the recipes, which are worth millions. I would rather not to tempt anyone. I decide to take matters in to my own hands and get rid of the robbers myself. I duck in to my room and grab the bull horn (first lace prize in a three legged race I participated in) and went said “THIS IS THE POLICE WE HAVE THE BUILDING SURROUNDED!!” I could hear them inside scurrying around trying to escape. I entered in the front door triumphant that I had scared them off only to find that they had left the (still active) bomb behind. To my shock and dismay I watched the clock tick down from 2:50 to 0:45 in the blink of an eye. What should I do? I could run and have a crater for a home or I could engage in my most exhilarating race yet. In this case if I didn’t finish first against the clock I would not only be last…I would be dead last (pun intended).

Challenge accepted.

Time was running out and I sprang in to action (little know fact culinary arts school is a perfect cross trainer for bomb diffusion). I opened the lid the say a colorful array of wires and circuit boards all in perfect harmony and similar to how a fresh garden salad of it where a garden salad of death. Needless to say I was very comfortable with this set up. Numerous times when drafting a new salad McDonalds executives would often tell me to take one or more specific toppings out of the salad. And to avid wasting time making a completely new salad I just pluck the unwanted ingredients out. Much like in this case I just needed to figure out which wire to pluck. I grabbed my salad tweezers from out of my bag and though about all the other times I had seen a bomb diffused (thank you hurt locker). Time was running out I had it down to the red or yellow wires, the red pepper slice or the yellow pepper slice. Which to choose? Which to choose? I needed a miracle, I needed a prayer, I needed Bon Jovi. Time was waning 5,4,3…I closed my eyes and snipped the yellow wire. Nothing. I peeked at the counter to see that it had stopped with .3 seconds remaining. I had won I had stared death in the face and laughed, my quick cunning culinary skills (i dare you to say that three times fast) had saved the day. I leaned against the wall mentally exhausted but happy. Yet another race won, yet another notch for the belt.