HIGHWAY OUTTA HELL

I’m stuffed into a motorcycle sidecar with a bag full of cash, and two bank robbers wearing balaclavas are on the main bike beside me. We’re travelling well past 200mph and the cops are hot on our tail, so I’m tasked with picking up wads of the stolen money and chucking them at the tailing police car. As the cash hits the cop’s windscreen like a burst of green confetti, I can’t