Sample from 'How To Be And F1 Driver' by Jenson Button
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (General) British (Received Pronunciation - RP, BBC)Transcript
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Belinda Audio and Blink Publishing present this unabridged recording off How to be an F one driver Written by Jenson Button on Red by Jack Hawkins Driving lessons right, Mr Burr Thanh says the driving instructor with the distinctive, leathery per of someone born and bred in Los Angeles It's Button Actually, I correct him settling in behind the wheel of the Honda Accord. Ready for my lesson? Jenson Button Jin Sang button. I try again. Jenson Button. Of course he explodes. It's your English accent. Jenson Button. Jen Sohn Baton. Right? Got it. Okay, Mr Baton. So you're here today so that we can get you up to speed on your l A. Driving ahead of your test. Is that right? Yes, I reply. What I've discovered since moving in with Brittany is that making my way around L A isn't simply a case of staying on the right hand side of the road and hoping for the best. There are tonnes of little things you need to know. Like the fact that you're permitted to turn right at a red stoplight or the old way. You have to deal with cycle lanes and I need to Noel this in order to get my California and driving licence. It doesn't matter where you're from or what you do for a living. You need a Californian driving licence if you want to use the roads. In actual fact, it will turn out that I didn't really need to learn this stuff for the test when it eventually happens. Because the test consists of me very nervously driving around Fontana for a bit, with the Examiner saying It's 50 here, it's 50. You can go faster out of the side of her mouth and then passing me on all aspects of the test. Apart from one breaking, I'd braked too late. Apparently I didn't break too late. I will moan to Britney afterwards. You always break too late, she responds. Long suffering Lee. But that's to come right now. I just need to get the hang of the road systems in my adopted home of L. A. On the best way of doing that is by having an actual driving lesson. On the one hand, this is uncharacteristically sensible of me. On the other hand, I still have the shame of failing my first UK driving test branded on my heart so I want to get it right. Besides Brits, Dad is a California Highway Patrol officer, so I need to keep my nose clean. Okay, Mr Baton, let's try moving off, shall we? Says the instructor. We get rolling. And as we drive, it occurs to me that this is only my fourth ever driving lesson on. There's been a 20 year gap between this one and the first three when my instructor was Roger Brunt, who used to race against my dad in auto across. It wasn't Roger's fault that I went on to fail. I was too cocky. That was my problem. You're doing well, the instructor assures me before asking. What is it that you do for a living, Mr Baton? Actually, I'm a driver. I tell him he's thinking Pizza delivery, uber ups. A racing driver, I add helpfully, a racing driver. Wow, he says he lapses into silence. But when I steal a glance over at him, I can see that he's Googling me. Wow, he says it last holding up the phone. Is this you? Yeah, I say, That's me. He squints at the phone, says here you've retired from Formula One. Is that right? Well, I say