Rolf at once eased his foot on the accelerator. But it was too late. The car juddered and leapt, swerved violently and for three seconds spun out of control. Rolf slammed his foot on the brake and they jerked to a stop. He said, almost under his breath: “Bloody hell! A front puncture.”
This car stuff gives me a lot of anxiety. I'm one of the few people really looking forward to AI-powered self-driving cars.
Too many folks loaded up on whatever making fuck ugly decisions on the roads. Where I am at now has a pretty bad driving culture -- characteristic of Rolf's jackass maneuvers here.
