The best part you can get ate in the front seat.
So...you’re in the back seat at eighty miles per hour with your honey doing the beast with two backs when the chip in the control module goes KABLOOIE, followed by CRASH!!!
The EMTs try for hours to disentangle the crumpled mass of limbs & flesh then finally give up & order a double wide casket.
And don’t forget your twosome’s final moments have been immortalized in the NSA superserver. Or maybe it was no `accident’.
Impressed, comrade?
Cue: AC/DC’s “Girls got Rhythm”. (Back-Seat Rhythm).