Once, skittering along by dark, he realized that the halted car which he
had just passed was the Gomez. He thought he heard a shout behind him,
but in a panic he kept going.
To the burring motor he groaned, "Now I probably never will see her
again. Except that she thinks I'm such a pest that I dassn't let her
know I'm in the same state, I sure am one successful lover. As a Prince
Charming I win the Vanderbilt Cup. I'm going ahead backwards so fast
I'll probably drop off into the Atlantic over the next hill!"