For the most part the weather was good, although a rain was encountered between Columbus and Indianapolis. Then out of Decatur, Ill., more rain was found. When it stopped there were wet spots for another 100 miles. Speeding along, Rodenburg thought only of his road, his motor and his physical condition. Three times enroute he drained oil, finding that he was using less than a quart to a drain. He was using Valvoline. The motor never missed a shot on the whole trip and, believe it or not, was not even touched by a tool before Rody shoved off on his return for Indianapolis after a good sleep. The little Sport Scout did a fine job, equally as good as its rider and deserves a share of the credit.
At this writing it is not known what the gasoline consumption was, but Rody did state that he used better than 3 gallons of milk. Going clear through to Denver before stopping for sleep, he had no solid food beyond 2 cup cakes. But whenever he stopped he rustled up a quart of milk and drank it. He attributed his good health on the run to his diet of milk. It gave him what nourishment he wanted but did not make him feel logy.
In Denver he slept about 2 hours, then again in a lonely gas station part way across Utah he garnered another 2 hours. He suffered most from a sleepy feeling during the last 50 miles of his run which was made through a fog. The combination of knowing that he was near the end, and the added strain upon his eyes made it tough going.
When Rody planned his route he figured on turning at Hannibal and working onto the Santa Fe trail which would have brought him across a southern route through Albuquerque, Gallup and Needles. But taking the wrong branch of the “Y” at Hannibal he forged on for hours and when he awoke to his situation he was close to Denver. Through that Midwest section the southern and northern routes for transcontinentalists are only about 100 miles apart, north and south. So, Rody quickly decided to switch to the northern route. Thus he continued up through Denver to Laramie and then shot westward across Wyoming and Utah, taking the cutoff which eliminated Salt Lake City and turned him south at Provo. Thence on it was a direct southward run through more desert to San Bernardino. As things broke he negotiated that part of his trip at night and was accordingly spared a lot of heat in the vicinity of Baker and Las Vegas.
Of course his speed varied on the trip as he shifted from one State to another. He tried to hold an average of from 60 to 70 most of the way and when he hit Wyoming and Utah he was able to ramble along at between 85 and 90 while crossing some of the desert stretches. Stops for sleep, fuel, oil drains and to check roads naturally cut his average for the trip to around 50 m.p.h.
But it was a great run and now a new seat in the Hall of Fame must needs be dusted off as a new champion is crowned. A salute to Rody.
The Scout was equipped with Firestone tires, Edison-Splitdorf magneto.