What happens when one of those gun-nuts has a fucking accident? A load of easily-riled armed morons with itchy trigger fingers, a load of easily-riled uniformed armed morons with itchy trigger fingers, and a sudden loud noise - that's a recipe for a bloodbath.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.