If an American is automobiling alone, he, the model of chastity and virtue, will slow down and stop in front of every lone, pretty female pedestrian, bare his teeth in a smile, and lure her into the auto with a wild rolling of his eyes. A lady who fails to understand his situation will qualify as a fool who does not comprehend her own good fortune—the opportunity to make the acquaintance of the owner of a hundred-horse-power automobile.
Vladimir Mayakovsky
Monday, November 27, 2006
A hundred horse, of course...
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