C243 Martial! Dao! Grandmaster!!

Around six in the evening, Eleanor revved up her Lamborghini, whisking Westley off to the hot spring clubhouse. What would typically be a half-hour drive was slashed in half thanks to her pedal-to-the-metal approach. Even Westley, a seasoned driver himself, stumbled out of the car feeling a touch of vertigo.

"How about that? My driving isn't too shabby, right? If it weren't for rush hour