I can't drive 35

En route to work this morning, I passed a speed limit sign that had detached, halfway, from its post. Maybe my adrenaline was still pumping from being busted wailing along to "Surrender" just moments before*, I don't know. But the upside-down '35' blew my mind wide open.

*An Aside: I find that, when singing along to Cheap Trick, you have no choice but to contort and over-enunciate and, basically, look like someone in Scanners, pre-head-explosion.