On the Interstate, we just overtook a small car that was emitting huge clouds of exhaust fumes. The card had a sticker saying “London Hackney Cab,” or something like that. And the steering wheel was on the right.
As we overtook it, I turned around in the passenger seat to see the driver. The prim and proper gentleman behind the wheel glared at me and pursed his lips in the inimitable British way.
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