New Britain herald., 1927-07-15
MARY ANN MAKES
 REMARKS ON AUTO
Her Friends FhYYer Is a Trick
 Car All Right
(Contributed)

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 In your last letter you stated that you have given up learning how to drive a car as they is so many on tAe road and so many dumb drivers that its liable to make you wreck. providing the car doesn't get that way first. I don't blame you for getting discouraged. even intelligent lady drivers has told me that they'd |. rather stay at home and do the par Tor act than take a chance of losing that schoolgirl complexion by get ting scared skinny every time anoth- CT car sideswipes lem.
 No doubt you'll agree that its the fellas who drives like they don't know where they're going and ain't slowing up for nobody until they gets there. It seems like most fellas learned to drive with only one arm wrapped around the steering wheel and ain't got over the habit, even when no jane Is seated besides them. and that's why 50 many cars leave the road and don't get back without the help of "wrecker."
 They ain't really careless, but It's just that they don't give a hang how many telephone poles they knocks for row of lace curtains, as long as the poles gets the worst of 1t. You may find cobwebs under fella's derby. but you'll never find them under the foot accelerator. Years ago a fella used to "break" in a new pair of kicks by taking a long walk. but now he gets the same results by stepping on the foot pedals. When out for a stroll guy may be so slow of movement that a one mile walk would be a week. end trip. but when he's parked be- hind the steering wheel the one mile seems like 100 yard dash. Their only regret is that they has but one engine in the car In which to try to get the speed outa.
 It seems that for every careful driver on the road they is at least two who honks their horns loudly in passing him. guess they runs their cars ragged merely to hand themselves some thrills, and the more thrills they can get ta a gallon of gas, the better they likes it. (The only thing which doesn't give them a thrill is couple of flat tires.
 What most guys know about the rules of the road could be written in large letters on the back of trolley car transfer and they'd still be enough room left to scribble the history of every town in the state. Maybe you could teach them to drive carefully but they ain't in sympathy with it as it cramps their style. (And some fellas' style of driving ain't any more popular than mud on the kitchen floor in q newlywed's bungalow.)
 Take my body friend. Andy's for instance. He can squeeze his fliv- yer into tight parking space that even baby carriage would have difficulty getting outa. or navigate through heavy traffic without so much as bent fender. but as soon as they is clear road ahead he becomes another horse with differ ent wagon, as the poets say. and needs all the room he can get, and then some. Sometimes he goes for an hours ride and returns with a years wear and tear taken. outa the flivver, which ain't treating it to a long life, not to mention the pock- etbook.
 He's the only fella I know who can wear out more rear wheel tires than a professional race track driv- CT. With most guys its how much mileage you can get to the set of tires, but with Andy it's how many skids you can get to the mile. Andy is happy-go-lucky fella and doesn't care what happens, as long as he's not in the middle of whats happening. When I rides with him he'll pcin: to the scenery and bill- boards along the roadside and re- mark that its great to leave the crowded city to view the vast open spaces Never mind the scen- ery.' l says, as the lllNFer cIo"uS ditch and removes couple Of feet of bark from tree before getting back on the road again, You look through the windshield or you're liable to view the vast open spaces from a hospital window
 When I asks if he has control of the flivver at all times. he only grins, and answers, Sure, I can bring this flivver to a complete stop within minutes after the ap-
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