“Which means that, given an inertial velocity of 83 kph and an estimated mass of 1700 kilograms, you should have started signaling approximately five seconds before changing lanes instead of three. This isn’t rocket science, hot shot.”
“Clearly, you failed to consider the increasing gravitational pull of the Moon, which will reach a maximum in the next forty-five minutes, before entering your glidepath. Where’d you get your license, West Virginia?”
“In this jurisdiction, failure to divide by the square root of Planck’s constant is a class 2 felony, Mr. Jones.”
“Step out of the car, sir. I’d like to have you take a little test.”
“No, t0 is when you left your house. t1 is when you passed the first toll. And so forth. Which means that your speed should approach the limit of 65 without ever attaining it.”
“All definitions were clearly stated when you entered the Turnpike. You have to read these things sequentially.”
“Just keep your hands where I can see them and integrate this little sweetheart. Now!”
“If you combine and simplify all the factors and substitute the appropriate values, then your lawful maximum speed should be obvious. And it isn’t a hundred and ten.”
“Okay, so what’s your coefficient of drag? You know that one, don’t you?”
“It’s not a number. It’s a ratio that remains as both values become indefinitely small. Who the hell are you, anyway? Bishop Berkeley?”
