When I was youse guyses ages, we thoughts that if we took wunna dose ‘hawsless carriages’, we’d’a gets ourselves a fine dandy nosebleed. Well, one day, me and ma brother, Cletus, took the family Model T, and we barreled down the hill outside Farmer Jacaranda’s pastures, and I swears, we reached about fifteen miles per hour! But I didn’t get no nosebleed, and neither did ma brother, Cletus!
But seriously, how fast would one have to go, under standard conditions, in the open air, to get a nosebleed, if that’s even possible?