The story was told by a friend who worked in a taxi.
They had a man in service on an old foreign mark with cheap pribadabases of the type, mouldings, curtains and direct flow. But there were shortcomings, then started badly, the door was hardly closed, and the speed meter lived his separate life, showing the weather in Crimea, then 260km when riding 80km / h.
In total, he was transported from Kiev to our glorious city of 2 foreigners. Now we turn on the imagination: the machine roars straight, on the speedometer far beyond 200km, the car shakes (on our roads), the road is not visible - night and lights, of course, not. Real speed is about 90 km. In the rear seat, two foreigners, pressing to each other ask the disturbing taxi driver to drive 3 times slower =)