On Sunday, March 15, the club held its much-discussed blind run. Just a little puncture in the tire of the captain pro tem delayed the start one hour. Then that official led the flock out to Redondo’t Clifton-by-the-sea, where Bob Burdette, the humorist-preacher, lives in summer-about 22 miles; then back to Inglewood, north to the Wilshire boulevard part of the Santa Monica road race course, and on to the La Brea oil well road (here’s where the Angelus Man, some 200,000 years old, was recently found), on to beautiful Hollywood; to Lankers him over well paved Cahuenga pass, where there was a stop to view an automobile that had turned flip-flops the night before; from Lankers him to Burbank where a man recently refused a million dollars for a thousand acres, and then a mile of sand. Business of staging a lot of fun, riders imitating breaking in of bronchos and so on. Then through San Fernando, 25 miles out of the city and on to Newhall, up the grade, through the tunnel, on to Saugus-on-the-endurance-route, and up to Soledad canyon. Some run. Some turns. The leaders dropped flour at every turn.