Uh. every goddamned day. In my S2000.

So, I'm driving down by the beach one day and this hottie steps out from behind her car. Admittedly I get stupid over busty women, so I stare way too long. Next thing I hear is the crunch of sheet metal as I plow into a double-parked BMW. I figure not only is she responsible for the accident, I also want the name of…

Yeah, that was dumb. When on two wheels, if i feel slighted by a cager, I let it go. Self righteousness feel a lot better than road rash.

At first it was my least favorite feature of the car but after 6 months driving a car with analog dials felt archaic. Why do I have to figure out my speed from a tiny needle moving though the 45 degrees which represent the speed you actually drive?