Word: carli
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Mercédès-Benz rear-engine car (see cut p. 33) is delivered in Manhattan for $2,175. Also on sale last week was the large Mercédès with supercharger and promised speed of 110 m.p.h., at $14,000. No French, Italian, Czechoslovak or Japanese car was offered last week, though European Motors Inc. specializes in importing on order and servicing anything, however exotic.* A new firm of interest to swanksters was J. S. Inskip, Inc., successors to defunct Rolls-Royce of America Inc. in importing the English article. On their floor...
...firm, chiefly engaged in turning out aircraft engines. In 30 years of Rolls-Royce production there have been only four models: the Silver Ghost (1906-25), the Phantom I (1925-29), the Phantom II (1929-35) and the Phantom III. Says the company in bringing out a 12-cylinder car for the first time: "Rolls-Royce have probably had more experience in the design and construction of 12-cylinder engines than any other firm in the world, for their first motor of this type was produced over 20 years...
...This particular car did not come into my hands as those of a motoring correspondent," wrote the Earl of Cottenham. "Indeed, in the strict sense of the term. I am not a professional motoring correspondent...
...stealing quietly uphill. . . . I found myself incoherently delighted like a child. . . . Attempting to avoid nothing, in fact, choosing if anything, the worst pieces of surface, I sailed down the middle of Bishop's Avenue hating the whole performance like poison, for I loathe so to treat a car . . . potholes a foot deep are everywhere. . . . Cars with orthodox springing, even of the best kind, shake the teeth in one's head as they pass over Bishop's Avenue. . . . Ghastly thuds sounded beneath the car as the road wheels rose and fell, but the classic shape of the well...
...almost certainly the easiest car in the world to handle. A tiny 5 ft. woman would find it far more amenable on a greasy road than any other car I know. Only once or twice, as we drew close to the Watford-Barnet fork, did I drop to third gear, unable to resist the feel of the claws of speed so gently, modestly garbed in their silken sheaths...