mitch: what's the limit?
mitch: hmmm... how fast are we going?
peebs: eighty-five ninety.
mitch: so what can you get away with comfortably? I'm trying to do the klicks maths in my head but fuck it. we get a five ten klick clearance or some shit.
peebs: 'bout seventy.
mitch: fuck. is he behind us?
mitch: then I shall skin up. are we in buffalo?
peebs: nearly. we're in new york state.
mitch: fuck me. when did it shut down?