If you correspondent Ken W. Purdy is the author of “The Kings of the Road,” this quotation from his introduction may be of interest to your readers:
“We have raised a generation of Americans who have been cheated out of one of life’s important pleasures: the joy of driving a light, fast, safe and supple automobile, a vehicle to sit in, not on, a vehicle that steers where it’s told, stops when it’s bidden—and goes like the devil the rest of the time. Wonder of wonders, these same Americans are sure that their cars are the world’s fastest, safest and best.”
Gentlemen, I have news for you. You have rocks in your head.
Mark you: for reliable day-in, day-out transportation, for the carting of the limp and supine body about from pillar to post, Detroit delivers the goods. It’s not safe transportation, it’s not economical transportation, but it’s reliable, as reliable as the regular appearance of the 5.05 around the bend this side of Whisker junction, and just about as exciting.”
Either Mr. Purdy has changed his opinions, or I misunderstand him.
B. G. Gale.