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[[caption]]Finish of the ten-mile automobile race on the Tanforan track-F.J. Wiseman, in a 40-horse power Stoddard-Dayton, winning; Bert Dingley, in a 40-horse power Chalmers-Detroit running second and C.S. Howard in an [[cutoff]][[/caption]]

Santa Rosan Makes Best Lap Record in Great Automobile Drive

Fred J. Wiseman, the Santa Rosa boy, won fourth place in the great automobile race at Crown Point, Indiana, yesterday. This is considered a fine record, considering that he drove the smallest car the Stoddard-Dayton make, a 25-horsepower.
But for engine trouble during the memorable race Wiseman would have done better, according to a telegram received in this city last night. As it was he made the record lap.
Wiseman is expected to drive again today in the Cobe cup race, taking Englebacks place for the last two hundred miles. He recently demonstrated his ability to round corners at the rate of sixty miles an hour, while Engleback's time was fifty.
Don C. Prentiss received a telegram from Wiseman last night telling him of the result of the great race. The cars finished as follows:
Chalmers-Detroit, 1; Locomobile, 2; Marion, 3; Stoddard-Dayton, 4. The distance was 236 miles.[[/column]]

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Daring automobilists at the start of the race against time from Oakland to San Francisco, a diagram showing how the car crashed into a tree, J. J. Peters, mechanician (above), and Fred J. Wiseman, driver, who were critically injured.

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[[column]]By W. H. B. FOWLER
FORTY miles over a California road in forty-one minutes--that's going some. This was the feat of a Stoddard-Dayton car in the early hours of yesterday morning, when it established a new round-the-bay record and won the privilege of having its name engraved upon the Tourist trophy. The total time for the trip from Twenty-third and Fruitvale avenues, in Oakland, to the ocean beach in this city, a distance of approximately ninety miles, was 2 hours 9 minutes and 13 3-5 seconds, which clips ten minutes from the time made by G. C. Murray in an Auburn car a few days ago.
The Stoddard-Dayton car was in the hands of Fred Wiseman, the veteran Stoddard driver, who took third place in the road race at Santa Rosa last week, and his companion was M. Peters, who rode with Ben Noonan in the winning Stoddard at Santa Rosa. The car was sent away from Oakland exactly at 5 o'clock by H. L. Pelton, manager of the Northern Tourist branch.
"I never traveled so fast in my life before." said Peters after the race. "On that stretch of forty miles to the St. James Hotel, in San Jose, we had some beautifully long stretches of fine road, and Wiseman opened the throttle to the limit and sat tight. The speedometer at times showed seventy miles an hour, but the going was so fine that we would not have known we were going so fast except that we hardly saw something in the distance ahead of us before it was away behind, hidden in our dust. Space was simply annihilated, and when we pulled up at the St. James to register our time it was forty-one minutes for the forty miles.
"With good luck we should have come back almost as fast on this side, but it was not to be. Somewhere about Santa Clara the body on the car decided it had had enough speed for the day and started to leave us. This interfered with our gasoline tank, and pretty soon the tossing body broke the gasoline pipe. Wiseman and I taped the ends of the pipe together, and then began the really strenuous time.
"I got a good grip on the rear body with one hand and grabbed the dashboard with the other, trying to hold things together while Fred used his best skill and judgment to make the fastest time and still keep us all together. You can appreciate his task if you will imagine me spread out from dash to tonnean, hanging on to everything that was loose. Seven times the gasoline pipe got apart, and each time meant more delay and then still more 'hurry up' when we got moving again. After a while I got so tired and numb that I didn't much care what happened.
"All the time we were losing gasoline, and occasionally, when we were nearing the end of the run, the engine didn't cough just right. We knew we were shy on gas, and toward the end Fred forced her for all she had. Finally, after a run up the ocean boulevard that made a mile a minute seem slow, we shot by the finishing point. We had just enough gas to turn and run back to the timers, when the engine went dead for lack of fuel. The run can be made in one hour and fifty minutes under right conditions, and that is the mark that we will put on the cup soon."
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