Dear Mr. Bond,
I was very pleased to get a ride with you in your fantastic white Esprit at the Sportscarevent on Jyllandsringen.
Surrounded by gangsters in new Maseratis, Porsches and Ferraris you did a remarkable job. Everybody were impressed by the speed of your car, so I must say that Q did a great job building your car.
I am sorry to admit this, but I always thought you were replaced by stuntmen while shooting the sceenes, but now I see that I was wrong. Please accept my apologies. You were driving the car to the limit, and it was a great experience for me sitting in the passenger seat.
As a last comment, I don't understand why you did not show your right identity? Why were you not wearing your tuxedo? and why did you call yourself John Sørensen?
Best regards