Down a country road near Great Missenden sped two roaring motors last week. In the car ahead sat Premier Baldwin, his wife and daughter. The dignity of his office prevented British journals from subsequently describing the situation as a race.
Suddenly the road turned, but not the Baldwin motor—it skidded. In a flash between split seconds several near-tragedies became comic. The Baldwin car knocked a farmer's cart, complete with horse and farmer, into the ditch. A car which thundered behind, anonymously piloted, skidded likewise but slued by, missing the assorted debris by inches....
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