The finest motor car smashups in all the World happen at little crossroads in rural France. For one thing there are no speed laws and barely any traffic. Why then drop below 100 kilometers per hour (62 m. p. h.), just because the perfect road down which one is whizzing must soon cross another? Sacre bleu! If one is a French chauffeur, and if one has waited in the sun all morning at the wheel of a Bugatti or a Farman* then what joy, what exhilaration, when one's fat Spanish employer and a...
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