Summary
A corpulent suburbanite and his scrawny sidekick Harry, drunk on the promise of petrol-fueled autonomy, barter hard-won coins for a decrepit Tin Lizzie whose rusted hide shivers like a consumptive poet. No sooner do the men parade this wheeled cadaver before their beaming wives than the contraption sheds doors, fenders, and dignity, leaving only the license plate clinging like a cynical smirk. Harry, equal parts Icarus and Buster Keaton, launches the skeletal coupe through privet hedges, brick walls, a funeral procession, and a gentleman’s bath—ceramic tub and bather intact—until the final splintering crash converts ambition into scrap and marital bliss into a mutual oath of automotive abstinence.
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Harry and his fat neighbor decide to purchase a second-hand car, much to the delight of their wives. On the first joy ride everything falls off the car except the number. Harry drives disastrously, through walls and buildings, carrying one man in a bath tub into the street. He finally wrecks the flivver completely, and he and wifey swear "never again."
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