The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-03-04
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By HENRY MIG LEMORE United Press Stan Correspondent

Daytona Beach, Fla, March A. ,(UP)-The man would never say so, because he's too much of a gentleman, but in his heart Sir Nal colm Campbell must feel his chances of driving an automobile 300 miles an hour would be en- hanced if certain Daytona Beach officials. who never drove a car him how.
 Last night, only few hours af- ter he had driven Bluebird down the beach at better than 27O, the swivel-chair drivers cornered him in the lobby and told him his mis- takes.
 The gentleman in the brown suit, whose wife makes him take cor ners at 12 m. p. h., told Sir Mall colm he rode the beach too high.
 You were feet off the course we set for you" he said. "Why didn't you run down by the waters. edge there you would have found a beautifully smooth course, and the record might have been yours"
 The only living man who has driven a car at a speed in excess of 250 only smiled. You could guess what he was thinking. That wasn't it funny, that this man in the brown suit should be telling him. Camp bell, how to drive. After all, Camp bell must have thought, it's my life I'm gambling; my $200,000 worth of machine and how could this man know how it feels to hit a bump at 270?@
 HryR r1li f,. Go r.1 D,.Ax belt spoke up-the fellow who gets his automobile thrills weaving in and out of small town traffic.
 "You might have made it had you followed the flags set for you. You were riding way up near the dunes when you came through the measured mile."
 Again Campbell made no answer. Only smiled. Was he saying this to himself?
 1T wish, old chappie. you had been with me on that run south yesterday. Wish especially that you had been there when old Bluebird, going 27O. hit that gully just short of the measured mile. I would have liked to have seen your expression as you were thrown from your seat, and the wind and the sand lashed at your eyes and face and, absolutely blind. you reelected 134 yards a second between the ocean and the dunes."
 One could not help but gather from the talk of townsmen that they do not believe Campbell when he says the beach is unfit. To them, the beach Is always fit, a God-given coral strand. They seem to forget that a beach which is ideal for cycling. swimming and general gymnastics may not be ideal for speed of one mile in twelve seconds.
 Somehow we prefer to take the word of the man who has driven over 1t, and not the word of men whose fastest speed across it has been in a bathing suit, and in the back seat of a passenger car. Campbell refused to make a north run yesterday, saying he came here to break a record. not a neck. For some reason or another he didn't like to drive at speeds better than 25O with only a canvas life belt separating him from death.
 One look at his tires after the run south yesterday and you knew what he had been through. The cords looked as though someone had been eating them with a fork, and the right inside rear tire was all but stripped of rubber. leaving only the fabric to bear Campbell safely.
 The rubber was probably ripped away shortly after the start, when coming through the city pier, Campbell was forced to make a sharp right turn to miss the wa ter. As he pulled Bluebird about the car went into sickening spin, and barely missed the marking flags.
 This was the first of two near fatal occurrences as Sir Malcolm approached the measured mile he hit bump which bounced him out of his seat and above the wind screen. The wind whipped his gog- gles down across his nose and mouth. and this, combined with the terrific pressure, all but smoth- cred him. Unable to take his hands from the wheel, Campbell rode for nearly three miles with the wind beating against his eyes and face like hammer.
 But the swivel-chair boys still can't understand why he swayed 15 feet off his course.
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