Driving an automobile at 253 m.p.h. you hear, not the roar of the motor, but a loud whistling made by the wind rushing into the cockpit where a vacuum might develop if there were not a small hole in the windshield. You see, through a pocket of glass, your car's long bonnet with a motor-revolution gauge a little to the right of where other cars have a radiator cap, outlined sharply against yellow sand. At one edge of your line of vision is a dark line made by a crowd of spectators and,...
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