Wheels Across Panama
Is it true what you say about no wheel ever having rolled between North and South America (TIME, July 6)?
I cannot contradict you with the crispness many cocksure letter-writers manage to achieve, but I have a faint recollection. . . .
One day in 1927 or 1928, while I was chronicling the not-too-breath-taking affairs of the Isthmus on noisy Nelson Rounsevell's Panama American, there came to Panama City two Spanish boys in a battered Studebaker touring car. The chassis of the machine was set high on the axles, it had...