One of my side hobbies is collecting old motoring books.
Motoring stories were very popular in the first decade of motoring, about 1900-1914.
I found a great one last weekend.
The title is Champion, written by John Colin Dane and published in 1907.
Yes, the ladies really dressed like that with a veil when they motored in town.
In the country they wore a hood with a talc window that they called a mushroom.
Some of them actually took the tiller or wheel.
We often say that we wish our cars could talk, to tell us their story, where they’ve been and who owned them and did what to them.
Well, this is a book where the car itself is the narrator and tells the whole story.
The car is called Champion and it tells of the day it was born, when the engine was installed in the chassis. It is pleased when clothed with it’s new light weight body and shod with new white tires.
It is a special racing car with a secret radical new device, which the poor gentleman builder keeps secret, but his assistant has been corrupted by a rival motor tycoon.
The car overhears all the conversation and learns the dastardly plot, but is sad that it can’t warn it’s master.
On the way to the great race the hero rescues a damsel in distress and teaches her to drive the car, which is delighted at the feel of a lady’s hands on his wheel.
Then when the car and master are leading the race the corrupt riding mechanic causes a crash, the master is taken away unconscious, and the car is stolen by the rival tycoon, then stolen again by confidence swindlers. It is rebodied as a limosine, gets acquainted with other cars in a hotel garage, and is used in the swindle, then abandoned when the jig is up.
The next driver is a snooty novice who grinds the gears and hits a wall, breaking the steering. He dumps it on his maiden aunts, who have the gardener push it into the barn, where it sits sad and unloved until the damsel from chapter 5 comes along and rescues it, a “barn find”. She remembers something about driving it, and that poor young gentleman who was taken to hospital, and was ever so nice. The three are united and motor happily ever after.
I searched the author and found Dane was a pen name for Alice Muriel Williamson, whose husband was an early motoring pioneer, first car on the island of Capri, first car into Bosnia and Herzegovina and Montenegro, and she liked to ride along and write motoring stories.