A Spot of Bother一点烦恼

I drive right on the speed limit. I never run an amber light1. I check the rear-view mirror， look over my shoulder and inspect the side mirror， then repeat the process before I even consider switching lanes. I am the type of cautious driver your mother would spend her superannuation2 on， paying me to be your personal chauffeur forever. In life， though， we’re taught to present the very best of ourselves， which is why I’m here to offer the out-and-out3 truth： those who choose to be a passenger in my secondhand Honda Jazz （nicknamed Jane Honda） are taking a risk.

我卡着限速开车。（剩余4107字）