Jeeves: "If I may be so bold to warn you, sir, the speedometer is reading 85 miles to the hour. And the distinct smell of burning is precipitating into the cockpit."
Wooster: "Burning Jeeves? That's the hearty scent of hot oil and pounding pistons. Nothing--"
BANG
Jeeves: "I fear your prediction of arriving on time for the ten to six may now be null and void, sir."