The Ballistic convertible proceeded at an unsafe speed through the Manhattan hills.
“Stop this car, Russell Ford,” Marie screamed. “This instant!”
Russ turned to her with amused menace. “Or what, Marie Rand?”
He returned his eyes to the road, only to have his face snap back in Marie’s direction, this time with blood gushing from his smirk.
Johnny, riding his cycle alongside at fifty miles per hour, punched Russ again, yanked him by the collar, halfway out of the car.
“The lady asked you to stop.”
From Go, Mutants, p. 293
"Burnin' Rubber" by Gene Moles