Conclusion to ‘When in doubt, send in a General from Missouri to save the World’
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This is why I have a criminal record in Europe.
General Pershing had concerns in 1919 after our victory in World War I. He knew because the allies agreed to an armistice rather than an unconditional surrender that another war was on the horizon.
Worried about the Army's ability to move men and equipment between military bases, an Army convoy was ordered to travel coast to coast just to see what sort of problems they would run into. The 81-vehicle caravan left Washington, D.C. with several Corps represented: Air Service, Coastal and Field Artillery, Medical, Ordnance, Signal and Tank.
Colonel Dwight D. Eisenhower joined the trip, “partly as a lark and partly to learn.”
The “train” consisted of 258 enlisted men driving 34 heavy cargo trucks, four delivery, two mobile machine shops, two spare parts trucks, water trucks, gasoline trucks, eight touring cars, nine motorcycles and a partridge in two ambulances.
It took 56 days to reach San Francisco and the Pacific. The road conditions west of Illinois were as you could imagine - full of ruts, holes, pits and weak wooden bridges. Engineers had to inspect, fortify and/or detour around many bridges in order to move the massive trucks.
The convoy had two public relation officers driving a day in front giving a heads up to towns and cities that the column was coming. Many places greeted the trucks with a convoy of their own leading them into the city with local dignitaries and fire trucks. The column turned into a recruiting tour venturing through hundreds of towns, cheered on by over 3 million citizens.
In Eisenhower’s final report he not only described the absolute need for reliable roads and bridges, Ike described construction methods that were vital. With that report, the scenario for the Interstate Highway System was in gear.
The United States wasn’t the only country to realize the importance of dependable roads connecting military facilities, Germany started building their Autobahn in the 1920s. Life in post-World War I Germany was hard, they suffered through a devastating depression.
Hitler, the savior, became Chancellor in 1933 and realized building out the Autobahn not only gave Germany the military roads he needed but supplied work for the masses that were unemployed.
I had a disastrous experience on the Autobahn that affected my life. When I hear the word Autobahn it's like the 3 Stooges reacting to the words Niagara Falls…”slowly I turn!”
In the late ‘70s, I sold my bicycle shop, Cycle Peddlers, and headed to Europe to tour the continent on a bike with my best bud Randy Bell. It was late August; we were in Lubeck, Germany, trying to get to the coast and catch a ferry to Sweden, when we made a wrong turn.
Misreading a map, we rode down a ramp onto an Autobahn. Instantly realizing our mistake, we tried to cross to the median and go back up the opposite ramp to the road we just came off.
In tandem I was in back and said, “cut.” Randy leading, cut - meaning he moved over two lanes only to get nailed by a tire screeching Mercedes.
I saw my friend, in slow motion, getting catapulted into the air landing and skidding on his face. Dropping my bike, I raced quickly over to see bone around his eye socket exposed. I threw off my t-shirt onto his face and went for a towel.
When I turned back around, my white shirt was red; head wounds can really bleed.
Panicking, I started screaming to all the cars now stopped in both lanes on the highway, “ambulance, ambulance, hospital, hospital,” as Randy went into shock. A tour bus driver four vehicles back waved me over and in English said he radioed for help.
The Polizei were the first to arrive, then shortly after, the ambulance. Using something that looked like a human spatula they got Randy into the ambulance and off to the hospital. It had been just 20 minutes since the accident, but as I went to get my bicycle out of the road, a detective now on the scene, in broken English let me know I was under arrest. Seems it’s a crime to ride a bicycle onto the Autobahn but even worse to close down the highway.
They loaded the bikes into a van and took me to an old looking police station placing me in a holding cell. I sat there for a while realizing things could not be worse in my life. Was my buddy dead, forever affected? My mind was racing, thinking I might have to call his parents, then head home with Randy in a pine box. This building and cell are exactly what I envisioned a gestapo headquarters would look like...I prayed.
Soon my angst was relieved. The detectives led me into a room with a speaker phone and introduced me to an English speaking judge. He was pleasant enough but charged me with bicycling on the Autobahn and halting traffic. How do you plead? “Well, guilty, I guess.” After giving my word never to go on an Autobahn again and promising to leave the country as soon as possible, I now have a record and was fined the equivalent of $100.
The detectives in the van drove me to the hospital. There sitting out front was Randy! He looked like the Phantom of the Opera but there he was in all his bandaged glory!
We were driven to a hotel and laid low for a week. I worked on Randy’s bike until he felt up to ferrying back to our base in London.
Leaving Germany, we were changed men. Randy left an eyebrow and half his face on the Autobahn, while I was now someone with a record not really welcome to come back to Germany.
I, of course, blame Pershing, Eisenhower and Hitler for making me go through that and helping me become a man.
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