Photo courtesy of Jeff Mahl
The LARC participants assemble the night before departure

Friday, Oct. 17, 2008-From Judi Quan-Rizzuto:

The Rizzutos are in East Rutherford getting ready for tomorrow. The trip east was 12 hours on the road, but we made it without major incident – just a torn Chevy cover, replace by one covering just the ragtop, below freezing temperatures in Wells, NV and Cheyenne, WY, lot’sa of rain from Nebraska east.

Ray’s car has just been picked up. Brian Perry’s will be delayed and will play catch up in a day or two. We will know tonight the actual number leaving Times Square. As of yesterday, it was 13 vehicles, but obvious that has changed with a delay in the 1940 Cadillac.

Leave to Luke – his old Chevy is parked under the hotel veranda with the banner showing loud and clear. There’s also a banner wrapped around one the hotel lobby columns. Tomorrow looks good and we should be on our way to the Briarcliff 100th birthday parade. Target – a very long drive to Utica and the Best Western.

Fri., Oct. 17 - (as relayed to Joan-E by Al Nagle)

A Special Treat
David McDougal and business partner, Mark, hosted a media event at the Premises of Davidoff of Geneva Cigar Emporium on Madison Ave. in NY City, A small group of LARC participants were invited to attend. The group included Luke in his 1918 Chevy, Jeff Mahl, Ray Fowler in his 1930 Chevy Speedster, affectionately dubbed “Sparky”, Patrick McKenna, a friend of Ray’s and his navigator for the first half of the event, Alan Nagle of Dublin, Ireland, Ray’s navigator for the second half of the race, and Judi Quan-Rizzuto, all dressed in period costume. Hosts Mark & David, owners of Montague Luxuries, commissioned a solid silver pen that depicts the 3 cars that participated in the Great Race of 1908…the 1907 Thomas Flyer, the 1907 Italian Züst and the 1907 German-built Protost...the only 3 cars that made it to the finish line in Paris.Cars parked outside on Madison Ave. attracted the attention of passers-by, curious as to what the assemblage was about. The LARC five provided accounts of the orignal race, had their photos taken, creating a jovial atmosphere

That evening, McDougal arranged for a police escort for the 1918 Chevy and Ray's Chevy Speedster from Madison Ave to the opening of the Lincoln tunnel, complete with flashing lights. The sight of such a unique cavalcade passing through their city brought great amusement to shocked onlookers and elicited spontaneous greetings and smiles.

Joan-E Rizzuto (back at home, anxiously awaiting some pictures to post)

Oct. 20-Though the race has begun, it seems that the group has been so well-received throughout the first 3 days of the journey, no one has been able to send the promised on-the-road pictures of their adventure. So far, they've enjoyed police escorts in Times Square, a celebratory breakfast, a parade, and an honorary dinner in Buffalo. Luke assures me that photos will be forthcoming tonight if they have decent internet access.

He reports that he's overwhelmed by how warmly the group has been greeted as they make their way across the state of New York. His 1918 has been having some oil pressure problems, which means his pride and joy has had to be trailered the last couple of days. A call to Fresno to consult with the mechanic was in order. As soon as they get to town tonight, he'll put on his mechanic hat and see what can be done. Luke reports that enthusiasm for his car, running or not, remains high...but we all know how much he'd love to get those skinny tires back on the road.

I'm scrambling to get loose ends tied up here at home with my clients so I can leave with a clear conscience this coming Sat., joining the race-in-progress in Omaha, NE. I'll have my computer with me to keep the web site updated with new pics from the road. As long as there's decent internet service, I should be able to post daily updates.

Hope you all will bear with us while we iron out the wrinkles, and come back for future updates.

Oct. 21-Joan-E Rizzuto-Pictures and stories, at last.
I finally get to speak with Alan Nagle, riding with Luke, who's kept a detailed journal. Thanks, Alan for all the updates. And thanks to the rest of you who sent the photos. Happy Trails.

Oct. 24-Cadillac woes! submitted by Judi Quan-Rizzuto

Picture this: A beautiful 1940 fixer-upper Cadillac bought, sight unseen in a small Michigan community by a California couple, Brian & Melinda. It barely gets out of the starting gate when the rusty brakes freeze. Small communities aren’t necessarily available for service work on the weekends so a rental car is in order to join the group in Peekskill, NY on Day 1. Somehow the Cadillac is delivered to Cleveland, Day 3. The couple now have to deliver their rental car back to Michigan, then rent another car to drive to Indiana. The Caddy is then trailered to Kendallville, IN, Day 4. Somewhere 100 miles east of Kendallville, the hood is lost, nicking the Thomas Flyer secured behind it on the same trailer. The trailered Cadillac continues westward to Aurora, IL, day 5. Meanwhile, Brian & Melinda have returned the rental to South Bend, IN, but their Caddy has moved ahead independently of the core group. They ride on the beds of the camper van sans seat belts to Aurora. A first – both the 1918 V-8 Chevy and the 1940 hoodless Cadillac join the oldies ('30 Chrysler, '67 VW, et al.) for the 55 minute, 15 mile trip to a warm Geneva, IL reception on Day 6. The rains come! After a lunch break in Clinton, IA

the couple find the Caddy unable to start. The rains are still coming. A bright blue tarp is draped over the engine providing a modicum of protection from the rains. More rain. Joe and company push the car away from the more crowded parking area and strap it to the receiver of our camper van. Harry in his bright red jacket stands on the van bumper holding on to the television pole acts as the go-between the Caddy and Joe, who is driving the van around the parking lot. Success-it starts! NOW! Where else would you find a bright blue hooded 1940 black Cadillac towed by a Roadtrek camper van with a guy in a bright red jacket yelling “OKAY, OKAY” going round and round in a Walmart parking lot on a rainy afternoon? What am I doing in all this fray? Catching up on my reading in the Natural History magazine with the “March of the Caterpillars”! p.s. We have hit our target destination since Times Square and that is no easy feat, considering we are moving along at about 35mph. The first night was a bleary 10:30 pm arrival in Utica. Every day since, it has been a little bit better. Wait 'till we hit the Rockies! The Trek is leading the pack.

Oct. 24-Omaha, here I come!-submitted by Joan-E Rizzuto
At the time of this entry, I am not packed and ready to go, but by midnight tonight, I will be. It's been more difficult than anticipated to get an accurate account of all the events remotely, so I'll soon get to report, firsthand, on each day's events, posting new pictures and filling in the blanks. I'll arrive in Omaha and hitch a ride to the motel to meet up with the caravan. Can't wait to greet Luke and all of the folks I've heard so much about. As busy as I've been trying to tie up loose ends at home, I've missed him terribly. It's way too quiet and dull around here without him.

Keep checking back. As long as there's an internet connection, I'll be making regular updates. Stay tuned...

Oct. 25-Omaha, here I am!-submitted by Joan-E Rizzuto
I arrived just about an hour ahead of the caravan, so I sat and read a book until Luke picked me up at the airport in Omaha.

When we arrived at the Suites where everyone was staying that night, I quickly got acquainted with the core group of drivers in the LARC. The party was split between the parking lot where the tools were out and the hoods were up, and the kitchen of Ray, Pat and Alan. Apparently, this had been one tough day on the road...full of breakdowns. You wouldn't know it by the jovial mood. This is considered the norm for a cross-country tour.

Ray made a snap decision to treat the whole gang to a home cooked meal, and since I was one of the few people with no tasks to attend to, was comandeered to accompany Ray and Klaus to the nearest grocery store for a wine, beer, food & ambience run. With fixin's in hand, we pulled together a tasty meal that served about 16 of us. With a fire burning in the fireplace, a slideshow on the computer, and plenty of spirits, no one could have asked for a better welcome.

Alan Nagle (from Dublin) and Joan-E trying to catch up

Nov. 2-Wendover, UT-Getting down to business, finally! submitted by Joan-E Rizzuto
Here we are, at left, about 10 days into the event, with web postings lagging behind. Between having no reports or photos for the first week (now I see, firsthand why) and keeping up with the breakdowns, repairs, side-trips, laundry, happy hour, meals, etc., there seems to be little time to gather the facts and photos and get the web site properly updated. I'd intended to spend a good couple hours each night doing so, but I'm finding that a difficult task. So I'll just do the best I can with the time I have. Eventually the story will unfold and you will all get a better picture of our cross-country adventures.

If all goes as planned, tonight I'll have time in Ely for updates.

Gotta scoot! It's time to leave for Ely in the pouring rain.

(Post-Race) Nov. 11-Reflections on the last leg of the LARC, submitted by Jeff Mahl

San Francisco Here We Come! The next leg….

To get a sense of what it must have been like in this part of the world during the 1908 New York to Paris Race, one only need experience western towns like Tonopah, or Goldfield NV. Many of the original buildings still stand, and certainly the hospitality of the townspeople has remained as warm and genuine as it was 100 years ago. That experience was further reinforced at a place called Twin Springs Ranch, about 70 miles north of Tonopah which was a pivotal moment March 19, 1908. The Thomas Flyer became mired in crossing the creek bed, stripping 6 teeth from the pinion gear becoming helpless and sinking slowly in the quicksand. A fact I can attest to, having sunk to my waist while trying to cross the stream myself.

One hundred years later we were at that very creek bed, searching for the original crossing. Local historian Jeanne Howerton had been in contact with Twin Springs Ranch owner Joe Fallini, who had a sense of where the original crossing may have been. Armed with photos taken that fateful March day, we located the exact spot where the Flyer met with calamity. George Schuster, who was in charge of the Flyer knew of some Thomas autos which had been sold to local residents in Tonopah some 70 miles distant.  He hired a bronco and started to ride in the direction of Town. At about 2 AM he came to a place called Stone Cabin. A century later we came upon the formidable structure still standing, built into a rock outcropping. It was easy to visualize the encounter with the woman resident, who threatened to shoot if Great Gramp attempted to come into the house. Ultimately, the necessary part was located from a willing local doctor’s auto, and once again the Flyer was on its way to Paris.

Tonopah today has the character of the mining town it was in 1908. The residents with a strong sense of history and tradition offered a warm welcome, much as they did the morning of March 20, 1908. The cars were gathered in front of what was the former bank building for a photo in the same style as had been taken when the Thomas Flyer first entered town. Proceeding to Goldfield, we found the hotel which was obviously a grand structure in 1908. The local residents gathered in period dress for a classic photo and we continued south to the ghost town of Rhyolite, NV. As we circled a once magnificent rail station which sat abandon in the trackless desert, it reminded us of the boom town of 10,000 which once surrounded the imposing structure. Then, it was on to Death Valley.

The descent into what is now a National Park was inspiring as well as menacing; with the exact vistas that Great Gramp would have seen. Even today, crossing Death Valley is far from a joy ride. At one point, a historic maker near Ballorat, CA noted the passing of the Thomas Flyer and her crew at 3 AM March 21, 1908. Steep grades and overheating were a problem for our vehicles, both vintage as well as those with a century of advanced technology under their hoods.

Passing the Searls Borax Lake, the log Great Gramp wrote during the Race still matched in many respects what we were seeing on our journey. Finally, the lights of Bakersfield came into view and we knew that day’s passage had come to an end.  From there was the trip to Fresno. While the scenery was likely similar in many respects, the traffic was not. Motorist today have little concept of the capabilities (or lack of as in the case of breaking or speed) vintage cars have.  As a result, impatience took over and one driver thought he would make a point by passing the 1930 speedster, then jamming on his breaks as he cut back in. A potentially lethal situation was avoided, when the disgruntled driver then stepped on his accelerator and disappeared into the distance. 

Bakersfield was a Kodak moment with the clock tower that stood much as it did in 1908. The media made note of that fact, as well as reference to other local structures now long gone. It was apparent that the anticipation of reaching San Francisco was now building in the 2008 participants. The long journey across America had its trials and tribulations, but those faded as the exuberance of what they were about to accomplish became clearer.

It is easy to now see why the 1908 Italian Züst Team found the California landscape so appealing, after weeks of crossing the frozen or muddy North American continent. The lush fields, vineyards and groves which extend for miles were not only beautiful but refreshing after the relatively stark landscape of the territories east of the Rockies. The young Italian lads also found the American women much to their liking, as well as the climate. They found themselves tempted to quit the Race to Paris, and spend the rest of their lives right here in California.

Coming into San Francisco was indeed a “magic moment”, as exhilarating as the departure had been from Times Square nearly three weeks earlier at the start of this adventure. The old Ferry building on the city’s waterfront stood to mark the official end of this crossing, just as it had for the U.S. leg of the 1908 Race.  Looking very much like it did when Great Gramp and the rest of the American Team landed on March 24, 1908 after a record setting US winter crossing of 41 days, 8 hours and 15 minutes from NYC and Times Square.  Our 21 day 2 hour and 20 minute adventure was a respectable showing. Especially, when you consider that some of the vehicles which made the trek under their own power were more than 75 years old.  In several cases, travel was over some of the same dirt trails, rail beds, and creeks the 1908 Racers had encountered.

Many motorists have crossed the US by automobile in the 100 years since that very first winter crossing by the American Thomas Flyer Team in 1908. However this particular event, by retracing that exact historic route was especially significant. The crossing celebrated a turning point in world automotive history. It also gave participants a solid sense of just how demanding and risky that early venture truly was.  Even today, the frailties of our modern mechanical marvels proved it is more often the people rather than the machines which make the difference between success and failure.

In a very real sense, we were making history ourselves in retracing the epic route as the record of the 1908 New York to Paris which still stands unbroken one hundred years later.  Making history has never been easy, then or now. That is what sets the ordinary apart from the extraordinary…
After reflecting on the success of this journey, our thoughts turn to the future.

Next stop, Paris!

Jeff Mahl
Great Grandson of George Schuster Sr.
Driver & Winner of the NY to Paris Automobile Race - 1908
www.TheGreatAutoRace.com

(Post-Race) Nov. 11-It's just TOO quiet around here now! Submitted by Joan-E Rizzuto
The excitement didn't end when we pulled into the parking lot of Sinbads, next to the Ferry Building in SF. Once the luncheon celebration and photo ops were over, there still remained a few days for the out-of-towners to explore and enjoy some of what Northern Calif. has to offer. While Jeff, Ray, Patrick and Alan enjoyed the SF night life, Chris, Jerry, Duane, Robin, Brian and Melinda gathered at Luke and Joan-E's for dinner. After all of that restaurant food, a home-cooked meal seemed just right.

On Sat. morning, we bid Chris and Jerry farewell as they head back to Alberta, Canada in their faithful Dodge. On Sat. evening, Ray donned in authentic tails, along with Patrick, Alan, Jeff, Joan-E & Luke, attended the San Jose Opera's opening night of "Elixir of Love" (thanks to Judi for the tickets). In addition to the performance, the entire group truly appreciated the magnificently restored theatre and Wurlitzer Organ music.

On Sunday, it was time for a leisurely breakfast, after which we all scattered to take care of various business...Luke, Ray and Patrick to retrieve Sparky, who had to remain in San Jose for the night, Alan and Joan-E to make a trip to the camera store, and Jeff, who needed to set things up for his presentation. We all met back at the Loma Prieta School for Jeff's presentation, followed by a wine tasting at Burrell School Winery. Then it was back to Luke and Joan-E's for a farewell dinner and a review of some of Patrick's video footage from the road.

On Monday morning, after a quick breakfast, we bid Jeff and Alan farewell. Jeff will be returning to Florida, and Alan is flying back to Ireland. After a quick tour around the ranch, Ray treats Patrick, Luke and I to a lunch on the way to the airport. They're the last to depart. After so much time spent together, it's difficult to accept that we all must return to life as we knew it before the LARC. One thing is for certain, we have a large group of new friends who we hope can reunite for another road adventure. Happy Trails!

More Images from the Road

The Cadillac leads the way through high desert

All Photos Courtesy of the LARC participants

Luke gives fellow participants, Rhonda & Pat a ride

Jeff Mahl stands on the porch of his Great-Gramp's house

John Quam's 1930 Chrysler is lookin' good!

"Sparky" posing picturesquely on a rustic bridge

A message of inspiration for the participants

Judi briefs us each morning and hands out route
waypoint maps. We'd never make it without her!

Alan and Ray set out on a frosty morning

Rodney's Thomas Flyer Replica arrives on Day 3

Photo courtesy of Jeff Mahl
Gentlemen, Ladies, Start Your Engines

Photo courtesy of Jeff Mahl
Pat and Ray start the race in style

Photo courtesy of Bob Levitt
Heading to Utica with Luke in the lead & Joe Pendolino's black Corvair fourth in line

AND THEY'RE OFF!
Day 1-Oct. 18

Times Square, New York City, NY
Though traversing the busy streets of downtown New York City was a bit challenging, the departure from Times Square went smoother than expected. The assembled participants had feared that it would be necessary to stage the trailers elsewhere...but as luck had it, the race started without a hitch. Judi Quan-Rizzuto officiated the "Start", with Luke and his 1918 Chevy at the lead.

Here's the view from Luke's 1918 Chevy V8. You can see the hood at the bottom of the picture. He was able to drive it out of New York City, 160 miles, to the Briarcliff BBQ.

The Genuine Article...well, almost
Now here is a dedicated fellow. Rodney Rucker created his own replica of the original Thomas Flyer that George Schuster drove in the Great Race of 1908, crossing the finish line in Paris to win the race. When Rodney discovered that the centennial celebration was on, he jumped on board as a participant. The fact that we have George Schuster's great-grandson, Jeff Mahl, as a part-time participant, and a replica of the winning auto, serves to make this race even more genuine.

Off to the Briarcliff Road Race Centennial Celebration
The caravan made its way out of the city, enjoying the scenic countryside, heading towards Briarcliff Manor. The backroad route took them through scenic North Tommytown, made famous in the Legend of the Headless Horseman of Sleepy Hollow. The LARC group gathered and met up with a caravan of local old car enthusiasts at the edge of town...too many beautiful cars to mention here, but the collection did include 2 Stanley Steamers. The Briarfcliff Manor townsfolk then treated our LARC group to an International Barbeque Lunch at the Law Park Pavillion.

Next Stop, Utica
Once back on the road, Luke, had his first breakdown, due to issues with the new, pressurized oil system. Disappointed, but not discouraged, he drove it onto the trailer and continued on. No time for any fixes at this point. It's time to head for the next stop.

Photo courtesy of Bob Levitt

A patriotic departure

Photos courtesy of Bob Levitt


The LARC cars line the street in Canastota

Rodney Rucker & Jeff Mahl pose
next to commermorative sign

Buffalo Transportation-Pierce Arrow Museum

From Utica...Shuffling Off to Buffalo
Day 2-Oct. 19

Left to a chilly 39º, which was quite an eye-opener for the folks riding in open cars. Joe Pendolino's 1962 Corvair had an unfortunate breakdown right after getting on the road. Late morning found the group in Conastota where they stopped to view the plaque honoring George Schuster. We were asked to extend our visit for a photo opportunity. The concierge for the town museum then hastily invited the LARC troop to visit the museum and view a historic canal site, but as it turned out, it was too icy for the Thomas Flyer to navigate. After a quick tour of the museum, the group headed towards Buffalo.

Unfortunately because of all the delays and yet another breakdown, we found ourselves unable to drive through the town of Victor, who had been expecting us as a result of a newspaper article written by Morgan Wesson of the "Daily Messenger". www.MPNnow.com, Friday Oct. 17, 2008, pg. 3A. The LARC drivers wish to offer their sincere apologies for being unable to drive through their town. As it turned out, Morgan Wesson met us at a nearby town enroute to Buffalo, where he photographed the caravan and gave us a copy of the "Daily Messenger" Newspaper.

The group then journeyed on to Buffalo. Since this is participant, Joe Pendolino's home town, he was given the honor of leading the group in his repaired 1962 Corvair. The group saw what remains of the ER Thomas Building where the winning Thomas Flyer was built. They were then escorted to the Buffalo Transportation Pierce Arrow Museum by Museum Director, Jim Sandoro. After taking a tour, the group was provided a wonderful dinner. It was an emotional moment for Ray Fowler, delayed in arriving because of electrical issues with his 1930 Speedster, and significant for Jeff Mahl, because this is the place where it all started.

After an overnight stay in Buffalo, a drivers' meeting was called. Participants were pleasantly surprised and pleased about the efforts and kind gesture of Rodney Rucker who presented them all with a plaque commemorating the Great Race Centennial.This kind gesture was much appreciated by the entire group.

Then it was back to the hotel, to see what could be done about those pesky mechanical issues. Luke spent 4 hours trying to solve the oil problem, then finally retired in the wee hours of the morning, along with his dedicated cheering section of fellow drivers.

Luke NEVER gives up! Sooner or later,
he'll get his pride and joy back on the road

Photo courtesy of Jeff Mahl

Schoolchildren of Springville Elementary School
greet the LARC caravan, with Rodney leading the way

Photo courtesy of Jeff Mahl

Rodney Rucker is happy to show off his Thomas Flyer Replica to the students Springville, NY

Jeff Mahl and Ray Fowler at George Schuster's gravesite

Platefuls of homemade goodies await the racers

A Grand Welcome in Springville, NY
Day 3-Oct. 20

The trip to Springville, NY was truly significant to Jeff Mahl, as this is the birthplace of his great-grandfather, George Schuster. Rodney Rucker came from Winslow, AZ, with a hot rod Peterbilt Truck and towed his Replica Thomas Flyer, which is based on a 1914 American LaFrance Fire engine with an additional truck. Ray Fowler got on back, dressed as Capt. Hansen, along with Jeff Mahl, in period costume. A mixed group joined the cavalcade as it passed the group of 700 children, waving flags, while the song, "New York, New York" played in the background. The Thomas Flyer made a brief, but welcome appearance and then Luke Rizzuto was asked to say a few words. He thanked everyone for the hearty welcome and expressed his surprise at the warm reception. Jeff was asked to provide a brief accounting of the challenges of the race. The children presented Jeff Mahl with a special wreath to lay upon his great-grandfather's grave.

Ray Fowler then was invited to the podium where he mentioned the Super Channel documentary, entitled "The Greatest Auto Race on Earth." www.superchannel.ca

Jeff Mahl handed out a map showing all of the relevant historic stopoff points within Springville. After that, we left Springville Elementary School in convoy, stopping at one of the 3 houses in Springville in which George Schuster lived, and other points of interest on the map.

A Time of Tribute
The Concord Historical Society took the group to view a mural painted in honor of the 1908 Great Race, then it was off to the Chapel Street Gazebo where everyone was treated to most welcome refreshments. The participants were also shown a historic marker on N. Buffalo St., site of Schuster’s original Dodge dealership. They then made their way to the Maplewood Cemetery for the ceremony where Jeff Mahl paid tribute to his great-grandfather, followed by a wreath-laying ceremony, 21 gun salute, and a moment of silence. As a fitting conclusion, local Police escorted the LARC caravan to the town boundary, where they were bid farewell.

from L to R - Jeff Mahl, Rodney Rucker, Ray Fowler, and Pat McKenna

The children gather 'round Pat to ask questions

"Sparky" after a good soaking, sans driver Ray & navigator Patrick

Cleveland, OH to Kendalville, IN
Day 4-Oct. 21

A Cold, Rainy Start from Cleveland
The journey was unventful, except for the brutal weather conditions. We were awed at the fortitude of Ray Fowler and Patrick McKenna, as they suffered the onslaught of driving winds and rain in their open Speedster, while the majority of the remaining drivers traveled in much greater comfort.

Upon arriving in Kendalville, the weather improved significantly, much to the relief of Ray and Pat.

Meet and Greet in the evening
Town officials, local Great Race Historians, along with car enthusiasts from Kendallville came to the motel to greet the drivers. Afterwards, Robert Emerick and Don Bilbee address our LARC group in the hotel community room, explaining how George Schuster had made a U-turn at a local family home and the lady requested that the group should visit the exact site and re-enact the historic turnaround. Robert Emerick brought a copy of a very rare book, "The Great Race", which had attached to its innersleeve, a letter written by Nellie Thomas, who witnessed the actual event of George Schuster's turnaround in her front garden.

A vintage Shell tow truck in Naperville, IL

Just one car in this extensive Studebaker collection

Kendallville, IA to Naperville, IL
Day 5-Oct. 22

A representative group carriied out the historic turnaround prior to their normal departure time. After that, the drivers drove towards Naperville. We were then invited to visit a Shell Gas station, owned by Larry, containing an extensive and impressive collection of gas pumps, along with Shell and Coca Cola memorabilia.

The next stop was at Goshen where the 1930 Speedster, piloted by Ray Fowler symbolically re-enacted the driving onto the tracks, as performed in the 1908 Great Race. We are uncertain if this was the actual place where the original event occurred, but on Feb. 21, 1908, the Thomas Flyer "took to the tracks of the Indiana Railway Company (an interurban rail line)", because the roads were impassable due to heavy snowfall.

Much to their delight, the drivers were extended a special invitation to tour the Studebaker Museum in South Bend, IN.

Ray & Sparky finally escape the rain

Naperville, IL to Cedar Rapids, IN
Day 6-Oct. 23

Enroute to their destination of Cedar Rapids, the LARC group was enthusiastically greeted by the townspeople and Historical Society of Geneva. Refreshments were served, and a tour of the museum followed, then got back on the road.

OOPS!
In Rochelle, an unplanned stop was in order, when Ray accidentally ran over his radiator cap hood mascot. A hasty replacement was put in place, then it was time to continue the trip.

Let it Pour!
The group then departed from Clinton, in the rain, ending up in Cedar Rapids for the night.

Automobilia galore at Bill Preston's on the Lincoln Hwy.

A 1922 Paige-part of the Ames collection

Cedar Rapids, IN to Ames, IA
Day 7-Oct. 24

Leaving Cedar Rapids, the group went to Belle Plaine, IA where they met a gentleman by the name of Bill Preston, who owned an original gas station on the Lincoln Hwy. Because his father was a salvage collector, he amassed an impressive number of automobilia...from the ordinary to the bizarre. As it turns out, Bill's father made an appearance on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson on March 21st, 1990, due to his notariety as a collector of this vast memorabilia. A
reporter from the local press arrived interviewing us and photographing our visit.

We were invited by a collector of fine automobiles to visit his car collection in Ames. The group took the opportunity to call it a night early, and catch up on some much-needed rest.

John & Ray admire the extensive vintage auto collection

Under the Chrysler to make a diagnosis

More trouble for Luke under the hood of the Chevy V8

Here we go again. Time to break out the tools

Alan assists Luke with his 1918 Chevy V8

Ames, IA to Omaha, NE
Day 8-Oct. 25

Shortly after leaving town, the 1934 Chrysler 70 Series suffered not one, but two breakdowns, necessitating a temporary withdrawal from the journey for repairs to the transmission, differential, and overdrive. The driver, John Quam and his navigator Paul Picetti, continued on with the group in a rental car, catching up with the group a bit later. The plan is to receive the repaired Chrysler in Wendover, NV, on Nov. 1.

More Bad Luck on the Road
Next to fall victim was Luke who experienced engine failure, due to a stripped generator gear. He was able to load the car back onto the trailer and continue on.

Later that day in an off moment, Luke suggested to Ray and Pat that perhaps a drag race between the 1918 Chevy and the 1930 Speedster would be in order and a worthy challenge, to which it was pointed out that Ray does not actually have a trailer....

Next to fall victim to mechanical disorder was Ray's temporary overdrive malfunction, which fortunately, self-corrected itself through clever maneuvers by the driver and navigator.

The last auto to suffer was the 1940 Cadillac, which suffered fuel problems. They eventually solved it and rejoined the group. This is just one in a series of many minor mechanical malfunctions that has beset Brian Perry's car.

Luke arrived in Omaha in time to pick up wife, Joan-E at the airport, who flew in from Los Gatos, CA. Since the group was staying in suites with kitchens that night, Ray Fowler announced that he was cooking dinner for the whole gang and proceeded to kidnap Joan-E for a grocery run. While the mechanically inclined worked diligently on their autos, Chef Ray and salad chef, Joan-E put together a terrific dinner that was enjoyed by all.

Maja enjoys some time with "Sparky" and Ray

Ed, Luke and Alan enjoying a home-cooked meal

"Sparky" on a brick-lined
stretch of the Lincoln Hwy.

Our lunch stop at Ogalalla...for Pat and Ray a welcome respite from the incessant Nebraska winds

After a hearty lunch, Harry Sperber braves the winds as
Ray's Navigator

Omaha, NE to Lexington, NE
Day 9-Oct. 26

Where the Winds Come Sweepin' Down the Plains
Wow, were we in for a surprise on Day 9, a day that would put the Windy City to shame! Once again, Ray and Pat drove on, undaunted, in spite of wicked, slicing 60+ mph sidewinds, blowing off the dry cornfields and cutting Ray's face.

Locals directed to a stretch of the historic, scenic, brick-lined Lincoln Hwy., built in 1916, just 8 years after the Great Race drivers passed through. Schuster didn't actually drive on this

We make a lunch/fuel stop, then hit the road to endure the constant, relentless pounding of the winds. While the folks with closed cars only had to keep their vehicles steady on the road, those with no windows (Randy & Rhonda) had to tolerate having a wind tunnel blowing constantly through their side window openings. I'll betcha Randy gets those side windows installed real soon.

We thought the winds might die down eventually, but they continued all the way to Lexington, NE and into the evening as several of the drivers worked on their cars with icy hands and flashlights, determined to solve any pesky problems and keep their cars on the road. As luck would have it, a local couple stopped to talk to Luke and directed him to a machine shop, who then referred him to another machine shop, who then referred him to a machine shop in Denver who was qualified to make the special type of gear required. Whew!

Happy Birthday on the Road
An impromtu celebration was set up in the motel community room to celebrate participant Ed Howles birthday, complete with some tasty food and a chocolate cake, topped with Ray's "ambience" candles. Ed's daughter also surprised him by sending a lovely bouquet of flowers with a happy birthday balloon attached.

Competition for the laundry room facilities was fierce that night with Harry waiting patiently (NOT!) for Luke's jeans to dry. Ray and some others headed for the Jacuzzi (much deserved after that wind-blasting day).

Happy Birthday to Ed Howle, with wife, Jan

Scout's Rest, where Buffalo Bill Cody entertained his guests
in elaborate style

Let's fix that drip, eh!

We all celebrate the good news that Patrick won't be
leaving us afterall.

Lexignton, NE to Sidney NE
Day 10-Oct. 27

A welcome short day on the road
The group headed out on time while Luke and I made our way to North Platte to a machine shop that we're hoping can make a new generator gear for the 1918 Chevy. Without it, the car will be disabled for the entire trip. Apparently, not all machine shops are equipped to deal with angled-tooth gears, so we must seek out a shop in Denver the following day. We catch up with the group in Sidney that night.

Sparky takes a detour
Team Sparky takes a detour to check out Scout's Rest, built in 1886 as a place for Buffalo Bill Cody to rest between tours of his Wild West Show. Guess the rest of us didn't get the memo, or many would have followed.

To fix or not to fix??
When we arrive at the motel, we find Ray and Patrick have dug into the leaky fuel pump on the 1930 Speedster. They're hesitant to mess with something that's been working, but decide it's best to address the leak now, before the problem worsens. While they work on their car, the rest of the group scatters to answer e-mails, do laundry and perform necessary car maintenance. This seems as good a time as any for me to plop down in the lobby and work on the publicity page of the web site. Before I make much progress, however, the group assembles in the lobby to head for the nearest restaurant. Sadly, Patrick will be leaving the next day for Alberta, and Ray can't let his buddy leave without a proper sendoff. We pile into an assortment of vehicles and comandeer the bar and a very large table to accommodate our group.

Will he stay or will he go?
After much teasing (and I do mean "much"), Pat finally indicates that he's in the race to the end, astounding Ray and rendering him near speechless. We all toast the happy occasion and enjoy a delicious dinner.

A much-relieved Ray smiling at the good news

Patrick renders best-buddy, Ray speechless

Part of the group pose at Ames Monument

Now it's Sparky's turn to pose

Jerry & Chris, the "Dodge Boys" from Alberta, Canada,
join us for the rest of the journey

Sidney, NE, to Laramie, WY
Day 11-Oct. 28

Luke and Joan-E's sidetrip to Denver
We get an early start so we can get to Denver early and find G&K Machine Shop, who we've been assured has the necessary equipment to create the generator gear for Luke's Chevy. With 4 hrs. to kill, we get the name of a chiropractor and head there to get Luke's back adjusted. With that done, it's time for a bite of lunch. Before we know it, the time arrives to go and see what the machine shop has produced. Luke's pleased to see the gear is done, then proceeds to install it in the car. He'll finish up the repairs when we return to Laramie tonight. It's enough for now that we've got the part. We bid the folks at G&K farewell and head for Laramie to reunite with our fellow racers for the evening. We return to find out that they had an unexpected adventure that day at Ames Monument.

About Ames Monument
Completed in 1882, this monolithic, 60-ft. high granite pyramid was designed by the distinguished American architect Henry Hobson Richardson and built by the Union Pacific Railroad Company. The monument serves as a memorial to the Ames brothers of Massachusetts, Oakes, and Oliver, whose wealth, influence, talent, and work were key factors in the construction of the first coast to coast railroad in North America.

This monument is of particular interest to the LARC participants, because the Great Racers of 1908 posed in front of this landmark as they passed through Wyoming on their westward journey.

Our night in Laramie
While some work on their cars (a common occurrence, as you see), the rest head for the local Mexican Restaurant to eat and share stories. We're pleased to discover that Chris and Jerry, also from Alberta, have joined the race with their 1946 Dodge 4 door sedan. Little do we know, at this point, how well-suited to this race both the car and drivers are. We're also thrilled to have Tom Goyne and his stunning, all-original 1940 Packard with us for a couple of days. Several of us had the privilege of being chauffered by Tom to the restaurant in splendid luxury.

Tom Goyne closing the Packard's hood before taking us
to the restaurant in style

Patrick checks out what's wrong with Sparky

Not much under THIS hood in Walcott

Sparky loves this ghost town

Laramie, WY to Rock Springs, WY
Day 12-Oct. 29

Off to a slow start
After a brief breakfast meeting, we pack up and leave Laramie behind. We're on the road for just an hour when Judi radios in a rest stop break for the group. Just in time, since Sparky is showing signs of fuel distress. This provides Luke with an excellent opportunity to put some finishing touches on the Chevy. After a short while, sure enough, he fires her up while we all visualize how nice it will be to get her back on the road. Luke opts to keep her on the trailer for the long highway stretches, saving the car for special occasions and shorter rides.

By now, Ray and Patrick have solved the fuel problems with the Speedster, so we all get back on our way. Many in the group have noticed that Ray refers to Sparky as both "he" and "she". After further observation, I notice that whenever the Speedster is acting cantankerous, it gets called "she"...however, when Sparky is humming along nicely, the car is referred to as "he"...hmmmm, I think there's a subliminal message here!

A visit to Walcott...a ghost town revisited
Judi and Joe, our intrepid leaders, take us into Walcott, a ghost town that was deserted way back when Schuster passed through these parts. We stop for some photos and exploration. It's interesting to consider how much of the original Great Race route we've been able to locate and follow, considering how much time has lapsed since the Great Racers passed through this area.

Next stop—Ft. Steele
Within a few minutes of leaving Walcott, Judi and Joe lead us off the highway to Ft. Steele, another of George Schuster's waypoints. The group wanders off to explore structure remains and shoot some photos. The group of vintage autos draws interest from other visitors, something we've become accustomed to by now.

Lunch stop in Rawlins
The group assembles in Rawlins where a local reporter for the Times Daily newspaper interviews us for a story in the local paper. We've come to expect such impromptu interviews as we head into some of the smaller towns. We're not always sure how the word gets out, but assume the press is on the lookout for unusual events to report on.

Ft. Steele-one of the remaining structures

Pony Express Marker in Granger

Old South Bend Stage Station, Built in 1850

The entire Granger class of 12 children come out to greet us

Rock Springs, WY to Evanston, WY
Day 13-Oct. 30

Brief journey with many side trips
Though today's supposed to be a short drive, we plan on taking several historically significant side trips, once again seeking out Schuster's original route. The morning is a chilly one, but clear—ideal conditions for the day's activities. We're well aware that snow or sleet isn't uncommon for this time of year

Greetings in Granger
Our first stop is Granger, a very small town with a historical Stage Coach/Pony Express marker and another one of Schuster's waypoints. The town locals gather round to explain that there is a major effort underway to complete reconstruction of the buildings on the site. There are plenty of photo ops here, but we're urged to drive by the Elementary School so the children can come out and see the lineup of vintage cars as they drive by the school. Luke and Joan-E jump out for a brief visit while Luke hands out cards so the students can follow the story on the web site. We then dash off to catch up with the rest of the group.

After lunch in Evanston
Judi made contact with Dan Bogart, a local Lincoln Highway historian, who offered to lead the group to a railroad tunnel through which Schuster took the Thomas Flyer. Since there were virtually no roads in 1908, Schuster had been given permission to drive on various railroad tracks to give him easier passage. We're not so sure the rough drive over the railroad ties was particularly easy, but it may have been an advantage for him at times during the trek.

That fickle Chevy!
Luke, thinking he's solved all of his mechanical issues (remember the gear?), drives his Chevy off the trailer with the intention of driving it to the railroad tunnel. In anticipation, Harry, Pat and Joan-E bundle up for a cold ride to our destination. It's not looking good, however, when Luke can't get the required amount of fuel delivery needed to run smoothly. After a disappointing and brief ride, the Chevy dies. Like a well-oiled machine, the group gathers to push the car back on the trailer, and we carry on with the Chevy in tow.

Seeking the tunnel
Dan directs us down a long dirt road that leads us to the tunnel we'd hoped to find. We're a bit curious about the dates above the entrance, as they don't coincide with when Schuster would have passed through. We later discover from another historian, that the tunnel had been refaced and dated with the year the work was completed. Needless to say, we were all thrilled to have found another of Schuster's waypoints.

We're told there are several other trackside routes Schuster followed, but since it's growing late, we'll have to explore those tomorrow. Dan agrees to meet the group in the morning and lead them to the remote roads.

At last, the object of our search-The Union Pacific railroad tunnel George Schuster used in 1908

The Thomas Flyer Replica against a stunning sunrise

An abandoned railroad tunnel beckons

We lock the gate behind us after passing through the junkyard

Evanston, WY to Brigham City, UT
Day 14-Oct. 31

Time to head for the tracks
We assemble in the parking lot to a beautiful sunrise. Joe and Judi will drive on to Promontory Point and await our arrival later this afternoon. Looks like Rodney's team is going to drive the Thomas Flyer replica. Well, at least that was the plan. Now it's got some fuel problems, so it goes back on the trailer.

Dan Bogart joins us again in our efforts to locate several places along the Union Pacific tracks where George Schuster took his Thomas Flyer. We're lucky that the rich history of the 1908 race has been so well documented. This is just the type of experience the LARC group's been craving. We have an incredible day, riding right along the tracks with long freight trains passing us on either side about every 15 minutes.

We have a chance to enter and explore an abandoned railroad tunnel, taking some time for photos and exploration, then get back into our cars to get on with the adventure.

One lady, one junkyard dog...
After traversing several routes, we come to private property. Looks like we may have to turn around and leave the way we came. But wait, Patrick McKenna hops out of Sparky and ambles up to the gate, where the lady and her dog await. Patrick decides that an explanationis in order if we're to gain passage through her property. Sure enough, he chats with her for about 10 minutes, after which she declares that since we were all there in the interest of the historic race, she would allow us to drive through her property. We consider ourselves fortunate, as we've heard tales of her turning most folks away. Patrick's charm wins out!

Destination, Promontory Point
After all of our railroad route exploration, we get back on the highway in plenty of time to meet up with Joe and Judi, who've arranged for a private viewing of the Golden Spike engine Replicas, the Jupiter and 119. We enjoy hearing about the history of joining of the East/West railroads and viewing the beautifully restored locomotives. There's still time to wander through the visitor's center and catch a video, souvenier shop, and peruse the exhibits before we head back to our motel in Brigham City.

Promontory Point-Locomotive 119 Replica

Our knowledgeable guide for the day, Robert Rampton

We observe points of interest along the route to Kelton

We wait for the return of Sparky and the Dodge

Brigham City, UT to Wendover, UT
Day 15-Nov. 1

More desert adventures
We luck out, once again. Robert Rampton, a local author and Great Race enthusiast, offers to direct us to some remote desert roads that Schuster followed in the Thomas Flyer. Robert notes several notable points of interest as we make our away along the dirt roads. It's a gorgeous, semi-cloudy day, perfect for a long drive and picnic along the north shore of the Great Salt Lake. After a leisurely lunch, we continue down the road until Robert points to a very faint track that Schuster was known to have traveled. Though he recommends that we skip this detour, Ray, Alan, Pat, and the Dodge Boys (Chris & Jerry), can't resist the challenge. Robert is reluctant, but seeing how determined they are, he directs them to stay to the left at every road fork so that they don't get lost in the vast expanse of desert. If all goes well, they'll emerge in the deserted town of Kelton, where the rest of the LARC group will wait.

A waiting game...
It's been a couple hours now, and still no word from the bold explorers. We take advantage of the time to tinker with vehicles and change a failing tire on Luke's trailer. Being away from all facilities, we all had plenty of opportunities to water the bushes and explore the terrain. At one point, we consider disconnecting Luke's truck to search for our adventurous friends. Then, amazingly, we get a call from someone's cell phone that they did, indeed, get lost, but would backtrack on the trail they followed in and rejoin us in about an hour. Phew! Part of the group leaves for Wendover, while a few of us hang back to escort Sparky to the motel. With the time change, we know it will be dark before we arrive at that night's destination, and Sparky's headlights aren't sufficient for nighttime travel.

A change of plans for Ray and Pat
Our 4 cars make their way back to the highway. Sparky seems tired, straining to make the uphill grades, but we ride on until Montello, with one general store with gas pumps, a Bar and Grill, "The Cowboy Bar" and a very small motel. The store owner and another local gather round, asking the usual questions about the old cars. After awhile, we decide to get back on the road. When the rain starts, and Ray has trouble seeing through his goggles, he pulls over so we can escort he and Patrick back to Montello where they'll stay the night and catch up with us the following day. We bid them farewell and head for Wendover.

The meager remains of the town of Kelton

Wendover, UT to Ely, NV
Day 16-Nov. 2

Ely, NV to Tonapah, NV
Day 17-Nov. 3

Headline
Day 18-Nov. 4

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Day 19-Nov. 5

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Day 20-Nov. 6

Open Up Your Golden Gates...San Francisco, Here we Come!
Day 21-Nov.7 - End of the Road

MORE TO COME SOON.....

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