{And there was the matter of Dick Turpin. It looked like the same car, except...

{And there was the matter of Dick Turpin. It looked like the same car, except that forever afterwards it seemed able to do 250 miles on a gallon of petrol, ran so quietly that you practically had to put your mouth over the exhaust pipe to see if the engine was firing , and issued its voice-synthesized warnings in a series of exquisite and perfectly-phrased haikus, each one original and apt...
Late frost burns the bloom
Would a fool not let the belt Restrain the body?
...it would say. And,
The cherry blossom
Tumbles from the highest tree
One needs more petrol}