:03:21
I suppose it can be said
that I parted from my youth...
:03:24
on a Saturday morning in the year 1905...
:03:28
just before noon with the temperature close
to 100 degrees.
:03:38
Boon!
:03:46
Here it comes, Boon.
:03:49
Better hurry up or you're gonna miss it.
:03:51
I ain't gonna miss anything.
I'll beat you there, bub.
:04:47
That was the summer my grandfather,
known to all of us as Boss...
:04:52
had a vision of our nation's
vast and boundless future...
:04:56
in which the basic unit
of its economy and prosperity...
:04:59
would be a small mass-produced cubicle
containing four wheels and an engine.