Normal Cars and Queer Driving: Or, Why Charlie Loved to Speed

Abstract

Today’s private automobiles are, in a manner of speaking, moving miniature parlors, equipped with almost every modern convenience. Volvo has now turned the miniature parlor into a “convertible” bedchamber. (“Volvo och camping” 1930, 8)¹ She increased her speed once, and then once again, bending with taut muscles over the wheel. The gravel spattered in all directions under the wheels; on a curve, the back wheels skidded, but righted themselves in the middle of the road – the car lay like a red streak along the road. (Suber 1934, 47)²