Remade car

[And there was the matter of Dick Turpin. It looked like the same car, except that forever afterwards it seemed able to do 250 miles on a gallon of petrol, ran so quietly that you practically had to put your mouth over the exhaust pipe to see if the engine was firing, and issued its voice-synthesized warnings in a series of exquisite and perfectly-phrased haikus, each one original and apt . . .

Late frost burns the bloom
Would a fool not let the belt
Restrain the body?

. . . it would say. And,

The cherry blossom
Tumbles from the highest tree.
One needs more petrol]

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Good Omens - Sunday