Another flat

(1930 June)
"If you want to stop at any of these places, let me know," he said as we whisked swiftly past lakes and lodges.  "Hell," he said, "there goes another tire."  He stopped the car to take off the tire.  A young officer came along on his motorcycle.  "Why are you stopping in the road?" he asked sternly.  "Officer, what could I do?"  And Lorin put his hand through the hole in the tire.  "OK.  OK.  But get it off the road."  "Yes sir."  And we got underway once more, with a few crude remarks about how Vina kept her car.