I'm tired of nanny laws. And that is what this will be, period.
You cannot keep passing laws because of the LCD in society. If that keeps up everyone will be in a padded cell with a straight jacket just so they won't hurt anyone or themselves. Or be a burden to healthcare, it takes money to deal with any type of accidents.
I have used a cell phone while driving. One hand on the wheel, the other on the phone. I know the exact location for each button and do not have to take my eyes off the road in order to dial or pick up. I put the person on hold and drop the phone on the seat any time I need to make a sharp turn, even business contacts.
I personally know of three people who almost died and killed others while fiddling with their car radios, maybe we should ban those next. Also, no air condition or heat controls, you should already be dressed for the weather. No sunroofs or moonroofs, too much potential for a distraction. Same with convertibles.
BTW, the speedlimit is around 70 so we should put a governor in every vehicle for 75 mph (my car has one, set at 105.5 mph by Ford). A four door sedan and a pick up should be the only thing that people ever need, everything else will just endanger people or create too much pollution.
"You got that right. You see, according to Cockteau's plan, I'm the enemy because I like to think. I like to read, I'm into freedom of speech and freedom of choice.
I'm the kind of guy that could sit in a greasy spoon and wonder gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecue ribs or the side order of gravy fries. I want high cholesterol. I would eat bacon and butter and buckets of cheese. OK.
I want to smoke Cuban cigars the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section. I want to run through the streets naked with green Jell-O all over my body reading Playboy magazine. Why, because I might suddenly feel the need to. OK?
Pal, I've seen the future. Know what it is? It's a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his pajamas, sipping a banana-broccoli shake, singing 'I'm the Oscar Meyer wiener'. You live up top, you live how he wants. Your other choice: come down here and maybe starve to death."