By Jim Hinckley

After several months of short runs, ironing out bugs discovered on those jaunts, and then trying again I felt the time had come for a maiden voyage. So this morning I turned the grill towards the rising sun and drove to church in Peach Springs, a trip of just over forty five miles each way.
The day was somewhat cool for August in western Arizona, just over 100 degrees. The traffic was almost nonexistent so I had old Route 66 pretty much to myself.
The temperature gauge stayed between half and three quarters, a clear indication that removal of the damaged air conditioning condenser had resolved a great deal of the initial overheating issues. As it was not operable I had no qualms and have seen removed all air conditioning components and boxed them for another day.
I held the speed at about sixty for most of the trip but on the flats just west of Hackberry ran it up to eighty for five miles or so to check for thumps and bumps as well as for a little fun. It would seem there is a balance issue with the new tires that was quite noticeable between sixty five and seventy. Otherwise all seemed smooth as silk.
I replaced the heater hoses several months ago and encountered an odd problem, about forty pin holes in each new hose! The holes were so small they seeped rather than leaked.
An odd problem demands and odd remedy. So this morning before the trip I applied superglue to each hole. Upon return I popped the hood and was quite pleased to see this issue was resolved.
On the way home I stopped at the old Hackberry General Store to check for leaks and such. With the exception of slight seeping at the valve cover, oil pan and transmission pan everything was well so the trip was finished with a smile.
There is one odd quirk that has not been resolved. If I stop when the truck is hot, let it sit for a bit and then restart the truck (with the gas gauge at three quarters or above), it will stall when put in gear. It restarts quickly by holding the pedal to the floor and cranking it a few times. Once on the road the temperature quickly drops to its proper operating range, between half and three quarters on the gauge.
As always the drive was a pleasant one with lots of time for thought and meditation. Moreover, visiting with my dear friend, the pastor of the church there, Harlan Dennis, is always a refreshing start for a new week.
Overall there was but one disappointment with the Adventurer. The fuel economy is atrocious. A trip of 105 miles, hard headwinds on the way home and one half tank of fuel. I will refill in the morning and get a hard number but my guess is something between 12 and 15 miles per gallon.


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– The triumphant return of the Thomas Flyer

By Jim Hinckley

The Carrera Panamericana created by the Mexican government to celebrate the opening of the Pan American Highway in 1950 was more than an epic series of races. They marked the end of an era that hearkened to the very infancy of the automobile.
The course stretched 2,135 miles from Ciudad Juarez across the border from El Paso, Texas, through Mexico City and to El Ocotal on the border with Guatemala, a distance of 2,135 miles. As with the legendary races of the past, this series was a no holds barred, grueling match that would push man as well as machine to the very limits of endurance.
In a direct link to historic races of the past all entries were required to be stock with the exception of minor modification; cylinders could be bored to 30 thousandths, shock absorbers could be replaced with stronger ones, and louder horns were allowed. Hubcaps and fender skirts as well as the rear seat could be removed, larger fuel tanks were allowed, but exhaust must be of stock configuration.
The first race held in 1950 drew 132 entries, of which 59 teams were from the United States. Interestingly enough all vehicles with the exception of six were built by American manufacturers and even included one Cord. In this first race there were no classes so nine Hudson’s competed against a Talbot Lago, a Jaguar, a couple of Alfa Romeos as well as Desoto’s, Fords, Studebakers, Nashes, Chevrolets Lincolns, Cadillac’s, Buicks, Oldsmobile’s, Chryslers, a Delahaye and a Hotchkiss.
Just nineteen miles from the starting line the first tragedy, something this series of races would become famous for, occurred when car number 112 missed a curve at speeds in excess of one hundred miles per hour, and rolled six times killing the driver.
On May 10, 1950, five days after leaving Juarez, car number 52, a 1950 Oldsmobile driven by Herschel McGriff crossed the finish line with an average speed of 78.421 miles per hour. The rankings of the numerous Lincolns entered, 9th, 13th, 19th, 20th, 25th, 34th and 39th, gave no hint at the dominance they would have in upcoming races.
The second race held in 1951 reversed the course and ran from Tuxtla Gutierrez to Juarez. Another change was in regards to allowance for engine modification; all vehicles were to use original engine type and camshaft but high compression heads and dual carburetors were acceptable. Additionally safety equipment such as a helmet was also required.
The number of entries dropped to 105 but American manufacturers were still the most prominently represented. Lincolns and Hudson’s placed well but the race was won by Piero Tariffi at the wheel of a Ferrari with an average speed of 87.6 miles per hour.
The race again ran from south to north for 1952 but that year the racers were divided into two classes; stock cars and sports or touring cars. Under the new rules, the manufacturer must offer any modifications to vehicles running in the stock class as options.
The 1952 Lincoln was a fully redesigned and formidable vehicle in its own right. With a Ford sponsored race team, the first time since 1935, and subsequent modifications that included the use of a truck cam with solid lifters that pushed the new overhead valve V8 to three hundred horsepower.
The modifications to an already impressive machine were nothing less than astounding. In stock class, Lincolns placed first, second, third and fourth!
For 1953, Ford again sponsored a team and offered all modifications as options; something private entries were quick to utilize. Again, Lincolns claimed first through fourth place in the stock class.
The following year, the last “Mexican Road Race” again proved golden for Lincoln publicity. Thirteen Lincolns entered the race, half of all stock car entries. When the dust cleared, only thirteen of these had survived the grueling race and again Lincoln had taken the top honors.
There were numerous reasons for the ending of the races. Leading the list were the number of spectator casualties, twenty-six lives were lost in the five years of the race. As astounding and exciting, as these amazing races were they pale in comparison to the magnitude of some of the races held during the first decades of the twentieth century.
In July of 1908, a Thomas Flyer rolled to victory in Paris, France after completing a brutal race that had begun in New York City in February. In between were snowstorms, dust storms, bandits in Mongolia, fuel delivered by camel caravan, dodging trains on the drive over rail beds in Siberia and mud strewn ruts.
Then there was the forgotten Desert Classic “Cactus Derby” series of races held between 1908 and 1914. The public’s attention was riveted to these races as they pitted machine against the elements of the American southwest and the most colorful drivers of the day including Barney Oldfield and Louis Chevrolet.
Initially there were no plans for the race to be a series; it was to promote the need for good roads in the southwest and to serve as a testimony to the durability as well as reliability of gasoline-powered motor vehicles. Ironically, the winner of that 1909 race was F.C. Fenner in a four-year-old White “steamer” that had already logged thousands of miles across the wilds of Arizona.
With each passing year and change of route, the races became more popular, attracted ever-larger numbers of entrants, and culminated with the stunning race of 1914. The route for this race roughly followed a series of trails across the Mohave Desert and northwestern Arizona that became Route 66 a dozen years later. At Ashfork, Arizona the course turned south, rolled through the heart of the old territorial capital of Prescott, down the terrifying grades of Yarnell Hill and across the deserts into Phoenix. Though many of the entrants were world-class racers two, Louis Chevrolet and Barney Oldfield, were superstars of the day.
Twenty cars hit the starting line that dawn of November 10, 1914. Less than an hour into the race the number dropped to nineteen as H.J. Pink slid his Thomas into a ditch.
Upon arrival at the Colorado River crossing near Needles, the top five racers were within ten seconds of each other. Adding to the excitement and color of the race were the Howdyites, a wild and unruly bunch of California enthusiasts adorned in colorful costumes who had chartered a train they dubbed the Howdy Special to follow along with the race.
Thick mud, deep sand, cold rain, sprung frames, broken axles and all manner of trials and tribulations dogged the racers every step of the way. As there was no support crew the racers were left to their own devices, which in turn added to the excitement as drivers and mechanics were forced to confront each challenge in creative or innovative ways. Perhaps the most ingenious driver was Bill Bramlett who replaced broken steering components on his Cadillac with two cut down fence posts and managed to take fifth place.
Epic races such as these propelled the automobile into the limelight and spurred the push for all weather roads. It is a great irony that it was good roads, which ended the era of such races. Moreover, good roads pushed new automotive endeavors such as economy runs to the forefront of the news and as result, these legendary races are now mere dusty, forgotten chapters in the colorful history of the automobile.