Now that I have this very police-motorcycle like windshield, I suddenly have the urge to pull myself over when I go too fast...

"Sir, do you have any idea how fast you were going?" "83, me. 83 miles per hour." "Wow, me, how'd you know?" "Lucky guess, I suppose."

You rise above the vulgar morass of this life and take flight with aesthetic beasts of myth and legend. You become... Unicorn Motorcycle Rider.

After all, you have to make sure your valuables are secure.

Never mind that I'll get decapitated by the sharp, sawed off car roof if I get rear-ended. At least I'll look awesome while it's happening!