If you commit to a Honda S2000, you will be hassled by the police the second you stray one mile-an-hour over the speed limit. Here's why: The S2000's X-Box controller layout repels docile family men in the 60's with gray hair. Girls don't like the car either. Angular shapes remind them of their selfish ex-boyfriends. Men in the 30's to 50's can't buy it because it is too expensive of a toy to justify to their nuclear unit. This leaves only one group: spoiled rich-kids. The S2000 is a Boathouse Row graduation present. It is driven largely by the type of kid who L.E.O.s looooove to pull-over: Me-Monkeys.