In Manhattan, an empty touring car lounged against a Broadway curb. A man stepped on the running-board but did not approach the controls. Pedestrians gaped to hear the chauffeurless machine start its motor, shift into gear, lurch away from the curb into thick traffic. Down Broadway it went, looping uncertainly back and forth across the street. It missed a cowering milkwagon, blew its horn, dodged a speeding fire-engine. Motorcycle police escorted the vagrant down Fifth Avenue, where a particularly wild lurch brought the man on the running-board to the steering wheel, not in...
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