43.9 on the Pacific Coast Highway just outside of San Luis Obispo. My touring bike is not made for that. Nor are my nerves. I was inspired to go really fast because one of those radar signs that posts your speed was set up. I was going 37 when it caught me, so I dialed up the wattage to see how far I could push things. Of course, 50 miles into my day without having eaten properly, this was definitely not the time to stretch my limits. The whole time I kept thinking to myself, "This would be a perfect time to not *^(% up." It worked out fine in the end, but I'd hate to know my wife had to come identify a smear on the highway just because of some hair brained idea to push the bike and myself past our respective capacities.