Pekka and his Buick

My father was really a good tailor. He had actually made a coat for President Relander himself. Such a task is never given to a bad man. But my father's nature called for variation. He was a daredevil. I also thought that motoring was much better than buttonholing. I was once coming from Sortavala to Vyborg with my father. A wild contest developed with another car. I urged my father to drive faster. We won, but a speeding ticket arrived after a while from the provincial state office. We had been interfering with the governor's car on official duty.

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