I’ve always wanted to be out on the lamb, running from the cops, and just generally being a badass. Unfortunately, I have a bad knee and am scared of high speeds. Instead, I try to live vicariously through the participants of the U.S. Express.
This is a great one from some boys in the US Express:
"The sneaky-Pete award went to a last minute entry: George Lloyd from Austin, and his clever partner Ron Docie, from LA. George and Ron left M.Y. with a six-hour-old new rear-end in a Turbo Trans Am.
But the true purpose of their NASA coveralls wasn’t properly exploited until an Illinois trooper stopped them for running well over the double-nickle. When the officer reached the driver’s window his flashlight shone on the following computer-printed message: ‘Attention: Docie and Lloyd are to proceed immediately to Travis AFB in California for full decontamination treatment. If contacted by civilian personnel, gather full identification for possible secondary exposure.’ The notice, signed by a general at NASA, worked. Almost too well. After the officer asked what the contamintation was and Docie gasped: ‘That’s classified information,’ the panicked Illinois trooper radioed ahead to give them a clear highway. And in California, a CHP trooper slipped his name and phone number inside the door in order for NASA to contact him ‘So I can return to my family.’
With his conscience beginning to bother him, Docie did call the officer after reaching the finish, and calmly informed him that he had been in contract with Express, and that his family physician could treat it."
Check out this video from the final stage of Alex and Jon’s coast to coast test drive. After 34+ hours straight of driving, the mind starts to play tricks.
Imagine coming across this puppy while searching for free pencil-sharpeners in the Daily Examiner and saying, "yeah, jeez, that does sound like a good idea. Count me in!" I can’t imagine that because I’m soft, but I do think it’s pretty cool that this was just slotted in there with the rest of the junk you might want to fill your attic with.
Now, some of you might think this film isn’t done because Loch has been focusing all his energy on extreme sports, and some of you might think we haven’t finished yet because Cory (pictured above) is drinking margaritas on a beach somewhere in Cali while two guys named Dan and Dr. Smooth (unfortunately not pictured above) fan her with palm fronds, but I’m inclined to think it’s not done because this puppy is freaking big.
Sorry I couldn’t locate our dolly for this shot, but I think you get the picture. Regardless of your takes, though, thanks to wireless beach access and advancing osteotechnology, we are running at full blast, and can see the light and the end of the tunnel.
Putting oneself through a sleepless highspeed dash from coast to coast is an undoubtable challenge to both mind and body. The men and women who competed in the transcontinental races in the 70’s and 80’s all shared an unequivocable passion to push themselves to the limit of their sport. One racer, George Egloff, stands out to me (and to most of the other competitors) as a sort of icon in the sport of long distance driving.
The Danger Snake, Loch Phillipps, has really stepped it up this time, folks. Picture this: Phillipps, tricked out in his usual caution orange, powering home on his Trek 678, attempts an indy-rodeo-fake-mcJaberwoke over a pot hole, miss-judges the landing and bails over his handlebars. Diagnosis: Broken humerus. My take: only sort of humorous.
Alex had a night-vision thermal camera installed into the grill of the M5. The initial thought was driving at night, sans lights of any sort, using only an in-dash screen, and thus obtaining ultimate stealth. This turned out to be super dangerous. Surprise! The camera wasn’t deemed useless, though, as they could still spot a cop hiding in a highway median in the dark of night. Another more aggressive option that some drivers employed back in the Cannonball and Express days was night vision goggles/binoculars. The maniac pictured above used infra-red goggles while at the wheel in the 4-ball rally, an early 80’s Express knock-off run from Boston to San Diego. Call me crazy, but this, for some reason, also looks incredibly dangerous.
photo: [Road-Race Outlaws, The Plain Dealer, 9/18/83]
In early November 2005, 32 Hours 7 Minutes director Cory Welles screened a rough cut in NYC for Alex Roy, Team Polizei’s fearless captain and experienced rally driver. By mid-December, 2005, little more than one month later, Welles and Roy, along with his co-pilot Jon Goodrich, set out to see if this 20+ year old cross-country driving record was real - and maybe even breakable - today.
Are you freaking kidding me with this one? I want one of these. And I’m not driving a million miles an hour in a 55mph zone. This is a "ticket" Mack Howard got in his ‘82 US Express run. Granted he received 2 actual tickets within 3 hours of this warning, but still…