Arizona republican., 1913-10-16
JACK AND HIS
 BUICK RACER
Local Man Leaves Today for Los Angeles to In spect Route of Desert Race; a Speed Experience With Jack Smith.

1 Phoenix has watched with extreme interest long. low. yellow, racing
 automobile being tooled about the streets and country roads by lanll
 lantern jawed young fellow in greasy l but graceful auto togs. And well may 1 Phoenix view this turnout with in
 terest, for be it known, 'tis Jack ; smith in the Buick Arizona" which
 is. between you and Jack and the 1 front wheel, the most likely car vet i entered in the desert classic. Knowing absolutely every foot of 1 the road, and having the experience 1 of driving q third in the San Diego 1 Phoenix race last year. Smith is per | h1ps the best equipped driver in the i whole list. What his car will do i but wait. Take look at Smitty 1 when he points CT west this morning and say for yourself what you think of the wagon.
 This has the distinction of being i the first real alI-Arizona built car
 ever entered in the race A few
 weeks ago that Buick lay in a veri- | table muIlgan stew of cylinders. l bearings, pieces of frame. tanks. | wheels and innumerable other parts. | @irewed promiscuously about the up 1 Ter shop of the Southwestern Motor | company Now il is as trim and easy boat as one could wish to i see From her classy wire wheels l to the powerful deep hooded motor. 1 she is a bird
 Buick Number Nine. Arizona" is i the name of the yellow boat Good 1 luck iS hammered into every rivet of ! her She was built in confidence and coated with many motor prayers i Her master is her friend. for he worked her into present shape with ! his own hands. and they both know lhSt what to expect from the other | That Jack Smith and his brother 19echaniCian will roll into the Phoe- nix fair grounds away and ahead of the press of cars is the confident statement of every admiring Buick mechanic and booster at the "factorv.' of the local agency.
 The trio, two Smiths and Arizona leave this forenoon for Los Angeles 1 They will jog along as far as CaIiente tonight. make Yuma early the next day and camp that evening at E!i Centro. From there they will de- Scend into the valleys about San Diego and without stopping make
 their way to Los Angeles studying
 every part of the road for changes
 that may have taken place since tho
 driver was over the course in the
 summer
 At Eighty Miles a Hour
 Here is little description written
 for The Republican by one of its
 news men
 Jack Smith didn't know me when
 he said. .Sh'l l let 'er out kid?, fo~
 answered, Barney Oldfield all voa
 ike
 He Barneyed. and then out Bar neyed Barney
 Tt was on country road near
 Phoenix. and l wouldn't dare to tell
 Aon which. for we might be iumped | Tor speeding. So straight like 2 string IS the road for all of five miles
 ana there's scarcely rut or bump
 certainly no crossings, and consa-
 qnent danger from incoming teams
 AS Jack slid his foot to the throttle
 tLe Buick took q Iurch forward and
 then settled down to her work The
 bucket seat pressed against my back
 with a steady pushing that told of absolutely uniform power and utter ffeeness of movement in the runnino gears Little smooth-riDplv iorxs fold of the tiny Instructions in Our natb 1
 ne trees and fences that lined the 1 road became blur of green and vel 1 lew, and my eyes filled slowly wifi, Wnd-forced tears Jack hoWIed in l my ear to look at the Warner before | me on the dash. I leaned forward | ana then against all that tremendous l Sir pressure. I caught my breath Tho | needle was Juggling frantically bet Ween seventy and seventy-five miles per hour. looked at Jack His every attention was on his wheel and the road before him Louder and | louder grew the noise of the ex hausts, which long since had lost all theIr sputter, each individual expIo slon having become merged in the reXt and last in steady sustained | roar The note of the engine grew | shriIler, if strong bass roar can II grow shriller, and I saw Smiths boot toe press still further ahead II against the throttle lever. With vet an inch to go before his toe stamped l. down on the dash board he slowly II Ioosed it's pressure and I took an- other nasty look at the speedoneter before we lost our headway EIGHTY MILES AN HOURl Whew,
 T cleared my eyes of moisture and looked around as the car slowed ALMOST to within the speed limit. We were nearly to the cIu- but