A morning rumination on speed limts

[Gone in 60]

Whoops, my pleasure. I've been a car nerd from birth. My Mom says that when I was two, I asked her why a Camaro and a Firebird look the same, just with different faces. I'm sure had she known, she would have explained that both cars were built on GM's F-Body platform. I became such a good car spotter at a very young age that when we drove across the country on trips, Dad would prop me up in the passenger seat on a stack of phone books and hand me a pair of binoculars. The first time we'd see a state trooper when we crossed into a new state, he'd say "Ok kid, Arizona is gold with a blue stripe, looks like they're using Fords." My job was to be the spotter.
"What's that up there on the hill, kid. Looks like a trooper."
"Nah, dad, just a gold Lincoln."

Of course, a kid sitting on a stack of phone books in the front, with no seatbelt was perfectly OK in the 70s, as you well know. Heck, I went though the windshield once in a bad crash, but danger in general hadn't been invented yet. Maybe that's why I can't do math.