Brock Yates and Hal Needham, accompanied by Brock’s wife, Pamela, and a doctor friend named Lyle Royer, ran the 1979 Cannonball in an ambulance. Yes. It’s true. Their souped-up Dodge “TransCon Medivac” carried a modified 440 Chrysler Magnum, high-speed shocks and sway bars, a 60 gallon fuel tank, and a whole crap-load of flashing lights, medical gear, stickers, uniforms, etc.
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."
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 high-speed coast-to-coast dash is a Herculean 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 utter 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.