Sportsman John W. Shakespeare of Centralia, Ill., turned to Southern Railway for help when he decided to sell his collection of 30 Bugatti automobiles ( the largest collection in the United States) to M. Fritz Schlumpf, an industrialist of Malmerspach, France.
His decision to sell created quite a stir among sports car fans in general and members of the Bugatti Owners Club in particular. And it set typical Southern Railway customer service in motion. The end result was enthusiasm and excitement among onlookers and passers-by all along Southern's line between St. Louis and New Orleans. For, in a movement that was as unique as some of the classic models which made up the 30-car shipment, Southern carried the Bugatti collection on the first leg of its journey home, aboard bi-level auto rack cars that had not even been dreamed of at the time the Bugatti's were built.
W. I. Cunningham, a Southern commercial agent in St. Louis, and O. V. Otwell, assistant superintendent of transportation services, met with Mr. Shakespeare in Hoffman several months before the actual loading date and discussed details of the shipment with him.
While Cunningham outlined the route the cars would take, Otwell measured the height and length of each car and recorded the weight of each, the latter information being supplied by THE BUGATTI BOOK, a compilation of facts and figures published a few years ago by the Bugatti Owners Club.
On March 30, with Southern's representatives on hand to make sure loading of the unusual and valuable shipment proceeded according to plan, the 30 Bugattis were carefully winched aboard the bi-level auto rack cars. Loading began at 8:30 in the morning. It was 7 p.m. before the last of the tie-down chains were snubbed and securely fastened. The cars stayed safely anchored through their high-speed train journey to New Orleans.
Bugattis on bi-levels and 1964 model American made cars riding tri-levels told a picture story of automotive history as they arrived safely at Southern's Oliver Yard in New Orleans. |
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Once again the Southern had proved that it can handle any transportation job and handle it well.
During the 1920's and 1930's Bugatti automobiles reigned supreme on the road racing courses of England and the Continent. In 1925 and 1926, for example, Bugatti drivers saw the checkered flag of victory no less than 1,045 times.
Referred to as "The Magnificent Bugs" by all who were familiar with and thrilled by their unique design, engineering and performance, these cars have enjoyed nearly 50 years of adoration from died-in-the-wool automobile enthusiasts. Of some 9,500 that were built, only about 700 are still in existence, yet few makes of cars can boast the dedicated following that Bugattis still have to this day.
Ettore Bugatti, a native of Italy who spent his life in France, was the artistic genius who designed these marvels of track and road. He died in 1947. It is said of his cars that there never was a bad Bugatti, and of the more than 70 separate designs that came off his drawing boards, not one was uninteresting.
"Le Patron" as Bugatti liked to be called, established his spotlessly clean factory and estate at Molsheim in the Alsace district of France, running both in the baronial style of an earlier age while he designed cars that were ahead of their time.
In his book THE KINGS OF THE ROAD, Ken Purdy, dean of American writers in the automotive field, introduces the reader to a Bugatti with typical enthusiasm: "The sound of a 35C being fired up is a mad symphony . . . It is not a simple sound to describe. No hollow, motorboat burble marks the cranking of a Bug. The ear can pick out three distinct themes: first, the sharp crack of the exhaust, a high-level tipping sound; second, the characteristic rattling, bucket-of-bolts noise of the roller - and ball-bearing engine. Third, there is the sirenlike rising and falling scream of the supercharger. Ah, joy! For this the owner has drained the crankcase, heated the oil like baby's formula and poured it back again. For this, distilled water has been brought to 70. C. and decanted lovingly into the radiator. For this many an hour of greasy labor has been given. A bit of warming- up at 800 revolutions per minute, the gear lever bites into first and we go - gently with the gas, lest the car fling itself across the road."
Purdy reports that one "advanced" Bugattiste made a 10-minute recording of this sound. Said this devoted fan: "Let this be the last thing I hear before I die."