Whew, and are my arms tired (j/k). Drove the Mondial out to Pahrump on Thursday afternoon, and boy did I do something incredibly stupid. I drove from Newport Beach to Baker, and through Death Valley all the way (back way) to Pahrump Nevada with the top down. I have a new baked on tan, and well, I have a baked on tan. Burning doesn't even describe it. My car ran a bit hot up the inclines before the descent into Barstow, but no problems into Pahrump. Averaged about 100MPH most of the way, with some quick stints up to 125MPH. On the back way into Pahrump, we did attract police attention, and drove very slowly. A 911 slipped into our group, and layed low until the police cruiser (who followed for nearly 30 miles) turned around. The bummer at the track was insurance rules changed and prevented me from taking my car on the track sans roll bar. My two suppliers couldn't come through in time, and my schedule didn't permit many alterations. However, in the latter part of the day, I was given a pardon, and allowed to track the Mondial. 10 laps was more than enough in 100+ degree heat, and my oil temp was maxed out. Got some good runs, was happy, and then that night headed into Vegas to stay at the Monte Carlo. Left the keys with the valet, not sure, but I think some Ferris Bueller action went on. Can't prove it, and the contract on the valet ticket basically absolved them of anything, even if they did **** around with my car. Don't know how that ticket would stand up against Nevada law, but will park my own car next time. This morning, got up , and on the road by 9:00am, and noticed that my speedometer went nuts. At a steady 80MPH, my speedo was fluctuating heavily between 60-90MPH, occasionally dropping to 20MPH and going as high as 180MPH. Go figure, by the time I got to Barstow, car sorted itself out, typical Italian way. Air conditioner, top up, and my iPod all the way home, no mechanical hiccups (minus speedo anomaly), engine purred all the way home.