No time at my disposable. Must hurry. We've rented a small very dark green car with the steering wheel on the right hand side and no cupholders. Have to pick up my mom in 20 minutes. She's staying at a cool hotel with a view of the castle. It has one of the old-fashioned lifts like James Bond killed a guy in in Amsterdam in Diamonds are Forever and took his identity.
The British drive very fast. The standard speed for little cart tracks with children playing on them and farm-machinery dropping from the sky is 60 mph. For the big motorways, it's 70mph and it seems that if you are in the passing lane you can go as fast as you want. I tried following an XK8 that passed me but I had to give up because my car redlined at 400mph. I don't care how big your empire used to be, 400mph is just too fast for safety when you've only got two dimensions to play with.
Cheers,
Chris "Villeneuve" Yanda
"Hey Office People! How's it Hanging? What's your favourite color? Love, Hattie XXXOOO"
-- sign on a window in Oxford above a very narrow lane