Darned if I don't.

Well, you drive 'er awhile; till yuh get tired, anyway." He bent to the crank, gave a heave and climbed in, with Casey behind the wheel, looking pleased to be there and quite ready to show the world he could drive.
"Say, if I drive till I'm TIRED," he retorted, "I'm liable to soak 'er hubs in the Atlantic Ocean before I quit.

And then, mebby I'll back 'er out an' drive 'er to the end of Venice Pier just for pastime." "Up in Lund they're talkin' yet about your drivin'," his new friend flattered him.

"They say there's no stops when you get the wheel cuddled up to your chest.

No quittin' an' no passin' yuh by with a merry laugh an' a cloud of alkali dust.