text_original: Otto had gone out for a spin in his little roadster  a thing he often did on hot summer nights. Across the river on the hill at a dark corner he had slowed up a bit, just enough for a man to step on the running board and into the car.
text_transcription: OTTO HAD GONE OUT FOR A SPIN IN HIS LITTLE ROADSTER A THING HE OFTEN DID ON HOT SUMMER NIGHTS ACROSS THE RIVER ON THE HILL AT A DARK CORNER HE HAD SLOWED UP A BIT JUST ENOUGH FOR A MAN TO STEP ON THE RUNNING BOARD AND ENTER THE CAR
phonemes: ˈɑːɾoʊ hæd ɡɔn ˈaʊt fɚɹə spˈɪn ɪn hɪz lˈɪɾəl ɹˈoʊdstɚɹ ɐ θˈɪŋ hiː ˈɔfən dˈɪd ˌɔn hˈɑːt sˈʌmɚ nˈaɪts. əkɹˌɑːs ðə ɹˈɪvɚɹ ɔnðə hˈɪl æɾə dˈɑːɹk kˈɔːɹnɚ hiː hæd slˈoʊd ˌʌp ɐ bˈɪt, dʒˈʌst ɪnˈʌf fɚɹə mˈæn tə stˈɛp ɔnðə ɹˈʌnɪŋ bˈɔːɹd ænd ˌɪntʊ ðə kˈɑːɹ.