If you’re the sort that believes road rage to be one of those newfangled psychotic maladies that is entirely unique to the frustrations that come with the digital age – then you’re the one who will get a kick out of this column. The article will cue you in to the fact that road rage is as old as the wheel:
“Is it possible for a person to drive an automobile and remain a human being?”
“Do gasoline and courtesy mix?”
“Can you tell me why Ottis Throckmorton Whoozies, secretary of the Golden Rule Society, will smile sweetly, lift his hat and say graciously, ‘I beg your pardon. I’m really awfully sorry. Please excuse me,’ when he accidentally steps on a strange woman’s foot in a theater lobby, yet will lean out and make faces at his own grandmother if she fails to slow up her flivver and allow him to ‘cut in’ on a congested highway?
Facts about American car ownership in the 1920s can be read here…
Click here to read about Lincoln, the joke teller.
