Against all logic, the marriage is a happy one. Hubby, Ira, buys little wife a new Cadillac, the first automobile to have an electric self-starter. Joyce proves to be a real speed demon, roaring over rutted roads at up to forty miles per hour, with her long red hair streaming out behind her. No man will enter a race in which a woman is entered, so hubby puts up the purse and, through an oversight, forgets to mention there is a woman driver in the pack. Joyce does very well and comes in second.
Papers begin selling like hot-cakes.
It is necessary to knock out the wall of the pressroom and install more presses. Joyce is a celebrity, although not particularly well liked by the chauvinistic male public. Automobile manufactures, realizing the promotional value of their cars doing well in racing, enter the picture. The Cadillac company jacks Joyce's little roadster up and puts a V-eight engine in it. Unfortunately, Packard and Hudson get the same idea at the same time, and a real cross-country race is on.