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The first automobile I can
remember was our one cylinder Cadillac which my father bought in 1903 or
1904. It was his third automotive venture; earlier he had owned a steam
Locomobile and a gasoline Northern. The Cadillac seldom
strayed beyond town limits, and we kept it in a wing of the
barn known as the "Bubble House." It was green, with doors for the back
seat but none for the front and had neither top nor windshield, so when
it rained you either had to wear a rubber coat or raise an um-
brella to keep dry. There were no headlights — just a pair of kerosene
lamps mounted on either side of the dashboard, and a kerosene tail
light.
The engine was under the front seat. To start it you inserted
a crank through a hole in the side of the vehicle and turned the
large flywheel, which spun around steadily once the motor
caught. One day my father got Pat McAuliffe, the police chief,
to clock him on a level stretch of road, and calculations proved
that he attained the amazing speed of twenty miles an hour ! |