During the late 1920s, living hood ornaments were all the rage, and I was right there with the rest of them. I hired this woman to ride around on my Renault NN (it was a 1926 if I’m not mistaken, but I may be after all these years). I was the talk of Paris for a few weeks until that fateful day I had to pull up short at a stop sign. I can’t really talk about it, even all these years later.