(…) And always car trouble: in St. Louis traded the 1942 Studebaker in (it has a built-in engineering flaw like the Rube) on an old Packard limousine heated up and barely made Kansas City, and bought a Ford turned out to be an oil burner, packed it in jeep we push too hard (they are no good for highway driving) — and burn something out inside, rattling sound, went back to the old Ford V-8. Can’t beat that engine for getting there, oil burner or no. (…)