See the short story "Road Stop" by David Mason, published 1963. The car called the Traveler, rolling at the stately thirty miles an hour it always held

See the short story "Road Stop" by David Mason, published 1963. The car called the Traveler, rolling at the stately thirty miles an hour it always held, was coming down the road now, and the two men stood, watching. The woman, a little behind them, watched too, her face growing whiter. No one said anything as the old fashioned car rolled by, straight and steady down the highway, holding the center of the lane as sharply as it always did. There was a film of dust inside the windows, though the Traveler was clean and shining outside. But the film did hide the white bone faces, the despairing hands that had long ago stopped trying to break through those closed windows. You can read the whole thing here: https://archive.org/details/1963-01_IF/page/n91/mode/2up?view=theater https://archive.org/details/1963-01_IF/page/n91/mode/2up?vie...