My Maserati does 185…
There’s a supermarket chain here in France that has massive red and white billboards ubiquitously insulting the landscape. Their sole purpose is to tell you how far to the nearest store on your route. They don’t indicate the distance, however, but rather how long it will take you to get there.
Now, I realize that’s pretty boring but I would love to know who they hired to do the calculations. According to my estimates, you would have to drive at least, at least 170 mph to make it there in the allotted time.
Okay, it’s 11:50. Everything closes at noon. The sign says 10 minutes… just how badly do you want those baked beans?
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