Once upon
a time, if you wanted to go for a drive in your motorcar in some English towns,
you were limited to a speed of 4 miles/hour and you had to have a guy running
before you waving a red flag.
Those very early contraptions were ungainly,
smelly, noisy things that constantly broke down. Before Henry Ford and mass
production, they cost a bomb too.
But the love affair between the motorcar and
humans was underway and it would take more than a century before the passion
began to cool.
