Who knows, but at this point even if I was, I would be sayin I wasnt.
But that thing had to be haulin ass to get ripped apart like that...

Then again, a pair of freinds hauling ass doesnt mean they were racing, just speeding. On assignments up north when we would get off it was about a 40 mile drive through roads with nothing but cornfields. We'd be in a few different cars all clipping along at 90-100. If we had an accident and someone took a snapshot of the speeds just before the crash, it would look like we were, but in fact we werent...