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On the way to Illinois for our 3-state road trip, one of many crapped out Honda encounters on the highway had me exceeding 100 MPH, so I decided to just keep on going. A tempting feature of my GPS is a maximum speed record that saved the speed at which a loud thump scared the crap out of me and woke up Lisa. My immediate thought was I destroyed my car 500 miles from home, but after confirming I still had power the smell of burning plastic finally convinced me to pull over. My discovery that the lower radiator air deflector had dislodged and dragged itself into uselessness only confirmed my poor choice of reinstalling it with my after market bumper. An Indiana highway trooper quickly pulled behind me adding to the excitement while I finished removing the few remaining bolts still holding it to my frame. As he approached, I presented him with my broken air deflector and toolkit, which was enough to convince him I wasn't stoned out on drugs or carrying illegal immigrants. Satisfied and apparently oblivious to my jail-time speeding, he departed just in time to miss me throwing the air dam into the ditch and continuing on my way.