I'm always the fastest person driving between Provo and Price. Period. I never get passed in the whole 70 miles of canyon road. But today, some guy in a white Olds Alero roasted my ass. I was doing 85 or 90, and this guy flew by me doing at least 105. I gunned it and tried to keep up with him, but my car just couldn't handle it going up such a steep hill. I eventually caught up to him when he got behind a semi and was unable to pass. Not too long after that, he passed twice in no-passing zones, and I never saw him again. Mad props to you, man. Whoever you are.