ABSTRACT
At first, Bernard drove slowly and sedately. He knew that you mustn't drive a car fast for the first five hundred miles. That was what they had taught him at school, that was what the dealer had told him, that was what it said in the instruction booklet. Still, thirty kilometers an hour seemed like a furious flight to Bernard. He couldn't distinguish hills, trees, or people. Everything flashed by as in the movie-theater.… Aha, so they were all lying: the dealer and the instruction-booklet. You can drive a new car a lot faster than they said. Well, all the better! He hadn't bought a car just to creep along. He wasn't a turtle.
