Los Angeles herald., 1909-11-26

| between six locals also over the same
course and were won by c. II. Clem on
n Harley-Davidson in 1926, Roy
| Langford, second on a Harley-David-
son, 1890; II. w. Gowland. 1888; Con-
zales, 1918; F. NJ. Campbell. 19:43, and
Roy Shaw, 22:13.
The record of last year Is not at
hand, but the time made on the course
this year did not materially differ
from the time of the last session be-
tween the gas bike riders.
With the motorcycle races over and
which attracted much attention among
| the local enthusiasts, the excitement
grew apace over the time for the speed
monsters of the road to approach, and
the first number on the program was
the race for cars of 231-300 cubic inch
piston displacement and minimum
weight of 1900 pounds.
How the Cars Ran
Much attention had been given to
the little Maxwell as she snorted about
the streets Of Redlands prior to the
start Of the races. She was the pic
ture of neat dress. She wore saucy
air. and hor tones as she coughed
through her cylinders rang clear even
and true. People could not help but
admire the little machine, which by
the way is so great a favorite in the
state of California, although 1t has not
been the Maxwelps policy to enter the
racing business until recently, when
they recognized the policy of the times
and have gone into 1t now to win. Her
crew, c. b. Smith. who drove the car.
and Fred Wood, his mechanician,
looked as trim as their charge. And
by the way, Smith is not a driver by
profession, but is the most valued
head salesman of the Maxwell com
pany in this city.
His knowledge Of his cars is just
what they are and contain which he
can make so clear that the youngest
of our school children can understand
all about them when he gets through.
But he would be In danger of being
drafted" as they do In the ball world,
If he was to show many times on the
race track. Smith can drive. He han
dies his car as though he was it's per-
feet master. He takes to curves as
frogs to the pond. He has made a place
for himself that will be hard to shake
out when the Maxwell is in the field
for honors, as she will be in the COM
ing six-hour race December II. Smith
pulled his car into the finish with the
mark at 22;46. 1T was thought that
this would stand. and did until the
last car Of the day but one, and then
the Jack Rabbit plucked the laurels
from Smiths brow and adorned the
massive head of old Harris Hanshue,
who drove like demon with the Max
we'll mark up against his eyes and
mind to beat.
The Pullman, an assembled car, came
in second, and the little Cadillac plod-
ded faithfully over the course third,
and without a scratch.
corbin Meets with Mlshap
The sensational running of AL Liv-
ingstone was never better eXempli-
fled than in his race in this event.
Only the evening before Livingstone
remarked that his car would never fin
ish his race. that she had been entered
and run in ten events-hard ones, too
had won seven firsts of these, two sec
onds and one third, but not once was
she ever out of the running for any
fault of the car or its vital parts, and
as Livingstone said, land, mind you,
she was in the great Cobe race, was
overturned three times and the little
car has been pounded and beaten out
on the race track until it is hardly
right to make her do more racing,
although she is good as ever for gen.
eral work"
This wonderful piece of machinery
has obtained a new name from the
fans" She is now christened the
"car with the st. Vitus Dance" owing
to her ague-shaking proclivities.
Death and Damnatlon Dip
But, nevertheless, Livingstone, than
whom there Is no more fearless driver
in the country started with seventy
two-mile gait from the start He
sent the Corbin flying through the
streets and out on the course. Her
.rrf,,
ever in her history, she fairly flew, and
AL. was making the best time on the |
course. The Maxwell led him a frac-
tion to Casa Blanca, but once there, |
of 1.-The dip of death and |
damnation"-a newly christened place |
by Hapshue-gave the little car the |
throttle down that pitch and the hun
stood aghast as this intrepid but heady |
driver shot her to the IS" curves and |
made them as gracefully as though |
spinning a marble about a plate. On |
he plowed his way at a fearful gait, |
now on the hill climb, and reached |
within a mile and a half of the finish, |
trailing on the heels of the Pullman |
ahead of him, and hot after the Max
well, when that bane OF all drivers,
the steering knuckle of his car, snapped |
and the Corbin was out of the race,
and nothing to her discredit, that,
either.
Buick and American Simplex
This was looked upon as one of the
great events of the day for two rea-
sons. The Buick won the Phoenix
race so handsomely and tore eleven
hours from that record with a perfect
score to car, and the Nikrent bro
Lhers are looked upon as two of the
greatest road drivers in the country.
These two unassuming young men have
very little to say, about their car par
and not much given to
hey both drive like fiends, use their