At last, Bond can drive recklessly

Did you know that in my county that it's totally not legal for spies to speed even in the case of national security? Yeah, it turns out that when James Bond is driving along in his shiny new Aston Martin trying to prevent a bomb, world domination or his own sobriety he has to religiously adhere to our speeding limits or he'll end up on multiple charges of dangerous driving. It's a bit of a let-down, really.

No wonder he goes abroad so much. It's the only place he was allowed to drive fast.

Fortunately, it's been decided that perhaps that a silly idea, and a world where suave spies aren't allowed to recklessly break the speed limit isn't a world worth living in, so they're going to be permitted to speed as much as they like to save the world.

It's also been decided that whilst we're at it, we probably should let, you know, organ transporters, bomb disposal units and mountain rescue units speed as well and the fuck. Bomb disposal units couldn't speed either? They have a literal timer to complete their jobs! Why is that not the title of every article ever? Bloody hell. Right now, at time of writing, and for a near future, bomb disposal units must patiently adhere to every minute road law on the way to something explody and ticking. How isn't my country in ragged ruins by now?

Admittedly, I'm not to sure how much how much of a difference this will make. Sure, this means you can rev it up on the motorways, but many urban areas have an obsession with speed bumps. I. Fucking. Hate. Speed bumps. I'm not a speed freak - if you need to traffic control, I'd rather they use sodding speed cameras because the one thing as speed bump won't do is get the hell out the way of approaching emergency vehicles. Admittedly, cameras won't do that either, but they won't physically block you. Oh, you're half a mile from the hospital? Well, sorry, now it's a extra hour as we carefully go over this speed bumps. Well, we could go faster, but we'd shake your kidneys out of your ears and rip the front off, which is a bit of a downer.

"No NO no NO noo-aw, fuck. That'll grow back, right?"

Now if you excuse me, I must get back to Evil Genius. That game has my soul something bad, and I need to dunk a few enemy agent in my biochemical vats until I forget about the fact that bomb disposal units can't race towards a ticking bomb.