The Alaska citizen., 1911-06-19
HOW II FEELS ID.
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NEW YORK, May Is. - By Rob crt Burman once when l was a kid had peculiar dream. as many kids dc. and the memory of this particular one has always stuck To me. dreamed that was in bed and was shot out of a cannon, bed and all, and went tearing along through the air. close to the ground. at about the speed of a bullet This dream was pretty much full l filled when l recently broke the worlds mile. two mile and kilCmeter records al Daytona beach. only in this instance il was the "BitZen" Blenz. instead of youngsters crib which carried me. At that l don't believe the crib was covering miles ill 25 40 al d 141-mile an hour clip People have repeatedly asked me since my Daytonia performance why | l broke the records so badly. clip. ping them by margins of more than two seconds. when small fractions of seconds would answer the same purpose. Well. l wanted to put the new worlds marks where they would not be shaved for some time to come. l did not want any extra trips to Florida to regain my lost records
 Al Daytonia the beach was pretty rough. Al times the wheels of the car seemed to leave the ground for seconds at q time as the huge mo- tor carried me over the little rip. pies in the course and every time landed l thought the car was going through the beach.
 It takes a smooth beach for en. joyable record riding and had to have the throttle flush with the floor board every foot of the way. confess it was not a joy ride by any means. l was black and blue from my calves 10 my waist two days later. l do not re- member passing the starting line or the finishing line in the trials which made al the greatest speed
 When started in the trials on Sunday morning. for the first time in all my racing or speeding career my vision blurred, and when thought l had gone about mile l eased my throttle slightly, and. much to my surprise, l found that the car was cn the two-mile mark. l knew then I had broken my record, 23 12 seconds, which l made on Saturday morning.
 That tWo-mle ride was the wild est have ever taken, and every lime that big piece of mechanism leaped through the air l prayed that l would be lucky enough to break the record in that attempt, because l dreaded to think of making the trip over again. IL may sound queer to hear me say this. but if you could have felt the same sensation that l did. one that l never felt before i'll my racing career. You would appreciate my feelings and thoughts al the time.
 The car rocked and careened so wildly at times ill this dash that, without congregations, l plunged in t0 the air for 90 or 4o feet at a stretch. When reached the tim ing trap at the one mile leaped over il completely and the mark did not register al all. Had l touched the wire there am confident that the mile mark would today stand one second lower than 25:40, the pres ent goal for the racing world.
 Lack of words and time to think of the thrilling sensations when they were passing over me preclude my describing the manner in which l drove down the beach at Daytonia, but I can savely say that l was al mOSt at the end of human endurance under such conditions. The rush wind choked my breathing and the intense strain on my neck muscles to hold my head againt the wind, despite the low position Of the seat, was so great that my head nerves are still tired
 If any one ever does break my records it will have to be with d very remarkable car. the like of which the world has not yet pro duced.
 One hundred and forty-one miles an hour, or 207 feet per second, is faster than man would fall from the top of the Singer building, says F. F. MoSkOvies. sales manager of tIt lktllN T4letlllt tOluJtHy. u IS hard for most of us to appreciate such terrific pace. In the first place. most of us have a miscCncep tion of speed and think we are going 60 miles an hour when an electrical timer under official supervision would probably show more likely 40 miles an hour.
 So far as we know. the triumph of the BlenZ with a Remy magnetO was the first case on record where a big foreign racing car won a victory with an American ignition system To use an American magneto on a foreign seems almost sacrilegious to most European engineers. How ever, the success of the Remyequip- ped car is more convincing of the worth of an American motor equip ment than all the arguments ever put forth
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