Show real auto poem arthur riddle the old time pallos pher made a poem out of the automo bile as follows follos I 1 like the smell of 0 the gas so well welt and the smell of the gasoline and I 1 like the purr and electric whirr of 0 tho th machine what a joy to t ride 0 er the countryside with a gal tearing by your ears as you fly fl through space at a R nicked pace wibb never a thought of 0 fears clear out of mind is the town behind for mothr ing Is real indeed but your red and the road ahead and the dizzy dizz delight of 0 speed till the sudden when a cruel rock destroys your dream with a jerk the car breaks down and you walk to town halt half a day lat to work atlanta constitution |