Growing up, I was enamored of fast cars. Thus, I viewed Ralph Nader as Satan incarnate due to his support of the completely moronic 55 mile per hour national speed limit.

A couple of weeks ago, I crashed my Acura RSX Type-S into a jersey barrier at approximately 65 mph, spun, and went back across the freeway. I had to apply the brakes to keep from hitting the other wall. Before all five readers ask, no, I was not drunk.

I walked away from the crash. If one is going to crash, I highly recommend doing it in a Honda product. I would like to thank Mr. Nader for promoting various safety features such as air bags, crumple zones, and seat belt pretensioners, which all worked together to save my dumb ass.