The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-02-23

Any running he does before ho returns on the AquItanla, March z, will be from standing start. And he isn't at all sure he will take a shot even at this comparatively tame record Of 100.7 NJ. r. IT., which Is now held by country man, Kaye Don.
 Whether l run any more de- bends on how my injured wrist comes around, how the car shapes up after thorough inspection. and how the beach looks the next few days" the British driving ace said to-day.
 Naturally, would like to try to raise the mark I made yester- day. but with the racing strip as it is, I'd be foolish. wouldn't have a hope of improving it by more than fl few miles, and I'd ruin the greatest car in the world. Another trip over that beach na it now stands and Bluebird, stout old girl that she is. would be shaken to pieces"
 Ride of Death
 Campbell, who in the past has minimiZed the hazards Of a high speed run. to-day continued to talk Of the horrors of tho run that saw him smash his own record by bet ter than 18 miles an hour.
 You'll never know how bloody dreadful 1t Was," he said as he stunned himself on the hotel porch. "It was the worst ride Il man ever took. One minute heading straight into the dunes and crowd, and Inc next riding straight into tho sea. And all the time Jumping and buckinR like something mad. My men tell mo that they traced my tracks after the bloody business wns over and found ht least four places where old Biuebird literally jumped off the ground and sailed through space. But the old girl stood 1t, didn't she? And didn't she run magnlficently? If hadn't known she wouldn't fail me, no matter how rough the going, don't know if I would have made that return trip"
 Was there ever n time during the run when he thought death was imminent?
 "Dcnnitcly, yes. Dh you see me just after [ passed thc measured mile 0n the first run? That was the time. by Harry. when [ shot biindIy ont of n patch of mist and found myself n scant ten feet from the flags along the waters edge and shooting straight toward the surf. There wasn't but one thing to do, 80 I hooked her over and in hooking her over [ shot straight toward thc dunes. So there I was, my goggles bounding up and down over my eyes, my nose and mouth chOkcd with sand and burning fumes, heading, at n speed Of 135 yards per second, toward the soft sand which would Kill me like that. IL was damnabIy nasty moment. But somehow I got out of n."
 CamDbel's tires bore mute tcs- tImony to tho wlidncss of that ride yesterday. He inspected them in the garage to-day, and they looked AS if some ono had shot them with Il full load of buckshot. There wasn't Il whole spot on the entire running surface and fin many places whole chunks of the rubber had been ripped off.
 Possibilities
 Campbell expressed the opinion that the unfnvOrabIc weather and poor visibility cost him nt least q full second. If this is true, he would have made the almost un bcllcVabIe time of 300 miles over A perfect beach. e
 We asked Campbell. now in hIs 1Sth year. If he would make an- other try in 1131.
 "1 would Ike nothing better" he answered. And think old Blue bird would like another chance Il chance to show what she can do when conditions are right"