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A Road Runner's Bonanza, or, Has Anybody Seen Kelley?
Hal Higdon
September 05, 1966
'Let's spend our vacation in New England,' said the author, whose motives were ulterior. While the family rode the Ferris wheel he would run mad races and win Good Prizes and Top Trophies. He might even meet stiff competition, if spectral Johnny should ever materialize A Road Runner's Bonanza, or, Has Anybody Seen Kelley?
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September 05, 1966

A Road Runner's Bonanza, Or, Has Anybody Seen Kelley?

'Let's spend our vacation in New England,' said the author, whose motives were ulterior. While the family rode the Ferris wheel he would run mad races and win Good Prizes and Top Trophies. He might even meet stiff competition, if spectral Johnny should ever materialize A Road Runner's Bonanza, or, Has Anybody Seen Kelley?

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"Not what, Ware!"

"Where?"

"Ware! That's the name of the town: Ware. W-a-r-e!"

Thus the following morning we climbed back into the car and headed toward Ware (pronounced "where"), about 60 miles west of Boston. I had allowed myself four hours for the trip, because we planned to eat a relaxed picnic lunch by the road and still arrive with sufficient time for me to warm up. We had not gone five miles (or eight antique shops, as distances are sometimes measured on the Cape) before I recalled having left the entry blank on the kitchen table. It was not important, except it listed where the race started. Rose suggested we return for it. "It's a small town," I rationalized. "Everyone knows about the race. Besides, we have plenty of time."

But on the highway leading north from the Cape our engine sputtered and then died. "Oh, boy," shouted Kevin. "We're stalled!" To him parking by the roadside with your hood up was some sort of status symbol. I failed to share his enthusiasm. By banging on the carburetor with a tire iron I got the engine to cough back to life. We traveled the rest of the way with me working out on the carburetor like Gene Krupa on a snare drum. It was thus that we arrived in Ware a mere half hour before the race's starting time.

I spotted three men sitting on a bench near the town hall.

"Can one of you gentlemen direct me to the road race?"

"Nope."

Hopefully I prodded again. "A road race. Isn't there a race here in town?"

One of the men eyed our battered car suspiciously. "You planning on racing your auto, sonny?"

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