He counted on a long life.

It never occurred to him that a little piece of machinery going wrong would plunge him into Eternity in a second." "Oh, I remember!" cried the boy.
Linda's face paled slightly.
"Yes," she said, "it happened four years ago and I haven't gotten away from the horror of it yet, enough ever to step inside of a motor car; but I am going to get over that one of these days.

Brakes are not all defective, and one must take one's risks." "You just bet I would," said Donald.

"Motoring is one of the greatest pleasures of modern life.

I'll wager it makes some of the gay old boys, like Marcus Aurelius for example, want to turn over in their graves when they see us flying along the roads of California the way we do." "What I was getting at," said Linda, "was a word of reply to the remainder of your indictment against me.