Gosh, he is such a rough driver. By the malls, I am cheered and admired by other drivers and co-drivers saying what a team we are.
Guys, he takes no advice.
He never slows down because he can't; inside this tinted Bentley, I am crying for my life.
He cares about nothing, not even his fellow Rally drivers or the car he drives; he drives on pavements, hits all sorts of potholes, and to the worst, he respects no road signposts.
My fellow co-drivers don't wish to cruise in such Bentleys.
"Mr. Driver at least wear your seat belt!" "Before you entered, I had been competing for years and never crashed yet I wore no seat belt" he answers.
If fortunes are fortunes … I wish no more championships.
For if I would wish to hear them again … I would have preferred to hear more talks about rally drivers … but the time is gone, and Mama and Tata seem a million miles away to hearken their vocals.
My goodness the car is such a beauty from the outside, so adorable and admirable but it's ugly and so scrappy inside it … its Hell fire for co-drivers.
Ooooooh how I wish I would cruise in my Toyota Corona once again …
Yeah, he was a slow driver, but he could listen to me and how I was happy with my driver even though our car often times it had to be repaired.
This driver is a strange one … He drives rough and hard, listens to rock, rough, and hardcore music, eats strange foods, and takes strange drinks … my gosh how I miss my Corona driver.
Hei co-drivers don't wish for Bentleys without joint acquisition efforts … Stay and maintain your Corona.
As longer your driver listens to your advice… ride on trust … hope enwrapped … Keep the focus and dismiss destruction … with open ideologies, you will win the championship… and I will join the masses cheering you for winning the Rally…