Mr. Ford if you were here today, I would write you a letter and here was I would say:

Oh, Mr. Ford look at what you failed to see. You built these things and gave me the key, and made a road rage killer out of me.

You said you was going to price the car so every working man could buy one. Oh, Mr. Ford look at what you have done.

Maybe that's the way you meant for it to be. But now every household has at least two or three.

The fumes from the exhaust is killing me, I know it is hard to imagine a man without a car. You should see what he does with your invention after he leaves the bar.

Now, if you put the wrong man behind the wheel. He thinks that gives him the license to kill.

Your invention has changed a lot. If you could only see what that baby's got.

They have zoomed them up till' they will damn near fly, and no doubt they will by & by.

You know to make your machine go, you still need gasoline. Well, you won't believe the people that make it have gotten so nasty and mean.

Will it cost as much for a gallon of gas as it costs for a gallon of milk. There is no doubt in mind that someday it will cost more than silk.

We have a lot of rules to keep us alive. A lot of policemen to inforce them when we drive.

But, it's not like the good ole' days. Before we had express ways, the off and on ramps, and the freeway maze.

Mr. Ford you would not believe what we do when we are driving your machine. We get ugly and we get mean, we have learned sign language that beats all you have ever seen. Just make a fist and leave your middle finger up and you will see what I mean.

Mr. Ford, I know you remember Firestone, you put them on your very first cars. Now they're having to recall millions of their tires.

Blunders of history have taught us one thing. "Just because you make a bell doesn't mean that it will ring."

I'll bet you thought the worst thing you ever done, was naming the Edsel after your son.