To the editor,
Recently, I was in a car dealership in Nova Scotia and being over three-quarters of a century in age, I found it humorous that the salesman tried to sell me what would be commonly called a ‘sports car’ – eight cylinders and somewhere north of 500 hp.
This took me back in time where my father told me that his father told him that their transportation was either by two or four legs. Coming from Lunenburg Co. that would have meant a very slow ox and my father said that he could remember when his father traded the ox for a small horse which was considerably faster.
Apparently my grandfather had a little trouble controlling the much faster horse. He said it wasn’t too bad on the straight-a-ways but he was scared to death on the curves.
The family’s financial situation didn’t improve much until after the Second World War when my father was able to purchase a British car called an Anglia – 8 hp, with a three-speed on the floor – that gave him a ticket to travel with the wild crowd in the village.
Over the years, the family cars improved, but to my knowledge, no family member ever broke the sound barrier on this Earth. There’s a possibility that when my grandfather left this Earth he might have, whatever direction he was heading, but I can’t vouch for that.