1957 Death Valley Motorcycle Run 3rd Annual - 4-Page Vintage Article

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1957 Death Valley Motorcycle Run 3rd Annual - 4-Page Vintage Article<br>Original, Vintage Magazine Article<br>Page Size: Approx. 9" x 12" (22.5 cm x 30 cm) each page<br>Condition: Good<br>THIS is the third year for the Death<br>Valley Motorcycle Run, and it is grow-<br>bigger each year. Over seven hundred<br>riders turned out for this two day ride in<br>the desert. They came from everywhere, as<br>far away as Texas, Florida, Iowa, North-<br>ern California and every city in Southern<br>California was represented.<br>The Flap Jack Run started from Barstow.<br>The check points were held by different<br>motorcycle clubs that are members of the<br>newly formed Road Riders Assn. The club<br>holding a check with the most unique idea<br>representing his club was to be awarded<br>a trophy. This proved interesting and as we<br>came into each check we wondered what<br>the club would have. The run is a combination road map and lime run.<br>At 6:00 A.M. Saturday, October 19th, the little desert town of Barstow was<br>huming with motorcycles for it was just three miles east of here that the first check<br>was held by the Slow Pokes MC of Pomona. They were there about thirty strong, look-<br>ing real smart in their green and yellow shirts, complete with their mascot, a real live<br>turtle dressed in a green and yellow shirt and complete with a real safety helmet. At<br>this check each contestant received a card with a numbered stub attached, also a<br>souvenir pin of the run. They were instructed to follow the map and the lime and go on<br>co check two.<br>Welcome to the/<757<br>TH/RD Annual<br>DEATH<br>VALLEY<br>Motorcycle<br>The Slow Pokes' display at the first check. Note turtle with<br>helmet on saddle.<br>The morning was beautiful, a bit cool, but everyone was<br>eager to be on the way. They traveled through Yermo and after<br>about sixty five miles, the town of Baker could be seen in the<br>distance. The maps showed this to be a place for gas and refresh-<br>ments. Coming into town one of the restaurants had a big sign<br>in the window, MOTORCYCLISTS WELCOME. Baker is where<br>we leave the main highway and head for Death Valley. A short<br>distance out of Baker was check number two. Here the Compton<br>Cubs were stationed. They had a clever club sign with lots of<br>little cub bears to<br>greet the riders. Each rider had to check in<br>here and have their cards stamped. This<br>was not a timed run, therefor everyone<br>took time to visit and see things.<br>From here the riders road on to Sho-<br>shone, a very historical point in Death<br>Valley. This is just a small place, a filling<br>station, grocery store and small cafe with<br>seating capacity for about fifteen. (Imagine<br>feeding seven hundred motorcyclists here).<br>This point was check three, held by the<br>These are Official Worriers who organized the Death Valley<br>run three years ago. Left to right: Harley Rathbun, Bea<br>Rathbun, Lloyd McComb, Bobbie Hutchins and Dick Hutchins.<br>Not shown was Chuck Arri.<br>Eight Owls MC of Whittier, and the Santa Ana Cruiser’s MC.<br>As the riders rode into this check they were greeted with a<br>huge sign reading, BE WISE, BE ALERT, BE ALIVE TO-<br>NIGHT, this was very cleverly done and surrounded by eight<br>very wide eyed cardboard owls.<br>After having the cards stamped here we headed for BAD-<br>WATER, fifty-five miles to the next check. This part of the<br>country is very picturesque, but lonesome, miles and miles<br>without seeing any habitation and only a little chipmunk once<br>in awhile. By this time the temperature was nearly ninety and<br>all the jackets and heavy gear was strapped to the luggage<br>carriers. Boy, it was getting hot, will we ever get to check four,<br>where would a fellow find water out here? They rode on and<br>rounding a big bend was a welcome sight for there was BAD<br>WATER, 270 feet below sea level, and the Ace of Clubs o