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 a...

Premium Content is available to subscribers only. Please login here to access content or go here to purchase a subscription.