The kids look on in horror as their favorite cartoon sponge is forced into a life of painful servitude.
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."