A mile a minute

It’s the Story

My dad’s grandpa drove swiftly even on unpaved roads. My dad remembers sitting on the front seat of his grandpa’s Hudson, with a big speedometer right in the middle of the dash. His grandpa said, “You fix your eye on that speedometer” and took off like the proverbial bat out of Hell. The needle climbed and the car rattled on the rough road. Soon, he proudly pointed out to dad, “Look at that, now, …