"Race tried desperately to concentrate as he drove. The speed at which they were traveling was utterly frightening.
It was so fast. So incredibly, incredibly fast!
Tree trunks whooshed past him at phenomenal speed. Wavelets streaked underneath the bow of his riverbike. So quickly were they traveling - so lightly on the surface of the water - that he barely had to touch the handlebars of his bike in order to bank it left or right."
Stop! Please! Poetry....give us Vogon poetry, anything!