(the
Article from The Steering Wheel,
The Silver Ghost Tourer, The Silver Ghost Association, 06-3,
The Flying Lady, The Rolls-Royce Owners Club, September/October, 06-05,
and The
Bulletin, the Classic Car Club of
for those who came in late…
80JH is a 1923 Rolls-Royce Springfield Silver Ghost
that was given to former President Woodrow Wilson as a 67th birthday
present, on
80JH,
being delivered on
photos courtesy of John deCampi.
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In the early 1950s, Bentley Warren felt that the car
was getting somewhat mechanically tired.
He was able to purchase a Springfield Silver Ghost with a good chassis
(394XH) and engine (21-219), but a tired sedan body. A common practice at that time, the body,
firewall and bonnet were moved from 80JH to 394XH. Bentley Warren sold the complete car to
Donald Hurter in the mid-1960s, keeping the original chassis (albeit without
the correct firewall) and engine (22-155).
Don Hurter restored the car mechanically, but never did much with the
body.
Ted Leonard, a collector in
And why was the bridge named for Woodrow
Wilson? President Wilson was an avid fan
of the automobile. In 1916, recognizing
the need for better roads, he signed a Federal Highway Aid Bill. He was the first member of the Lincoln
Highway Association, and liked his White House Pierce-Arrow limousine well
enough that he purchased the car from the government when he left the White
House in 1921.
The current
here's where the fun begins…
In mid-April 2006, I received a
call from Andy Diem, Chairman of the Chesapeake Region of the RROC. He had received an email from Meg Nowack, Curator of the Woodrow Wilson House in
Knowing of my interest in cars of
this vintage, and that I have had a small (very small) amount of experience
with Silver Ghosts, he asked if I was interested. I believe I had to give the idea about two
whole milliseconds of thought before I said yes.
the first look…
80JH, in the garage at
2340 S Street, NW,
One week
after 80JH was delivered to DC, I was able to get down to
look at the car for the first time.
Former RROC Big Cheese Matt Sysak took the
train from
After looking the
car over, we both quickly reached the conclusion that “Woodie” had received minimal (if any) maintenance
over the past few years. When we got the
car started, we heard one intake valve that appeared to be sticking. The car had been driven into the garage, and
I was asked to turn it around and back it in.
I got it done, but the clutch was not happy about backing up that
inclined driveway. Over lunch, we began
discussing a plan of attack for the chassis maintenance.
the test drive…
…was just
that, a spin around the block a few times to determine if I thought the car
would run well enough to survive the bridge dedication ceremonies. She performed fine, although I learned that
the temperature gauge and the speedometer don’t work. We also heard some noises emanating from the
right-rear wheel. Tapping the wheel
spokes with a screwdriver indicated that a significant percentage of those spokes
were ‘dead’. Here we are
putting her away again…
photos courtesy of Bill Loewy
and now for a bit of elbow grease…
A couple of days
prior to the Garden Party, I called Meg and asked if she felt like working late
the next evening. My plan was to do some
basic cleaning. When I told Matt Sysak what I was planning, he almost begged me to change
the oil while I was there.
photos
courtesy of John Kelly, The Washington Post
I arrived about
4pm. While I began giving her a bath,
Meg asked what she could do. I handed
her a bottle of Bleche-White and a brush, and she got
right to work on the whitewalls. With
that done, it was time to start working on polishing the radiator, and the
headlamps, and the cowl lamps, and the door handles. And did I mention the tail
lamp? Or the steering column? Or Eleanor? (Meg worked on her, some.) We also removed the seats and vacuumed the
interior (there was a fair amount of evidence that critters had taken up
residence in the past). When all that
was finished, I backed the car back into the garage, and I drained the
crankcase and put in six quarts of fresh oil (I could almost hear Matt sighing
with relief). I departed at 9:30pm.
the garden party…
The Wilson House
holds an annual Garden Party as a fundraiser.
This year was the debut of the Ghost at the beginning of her two-year
tenure here in DC. This was easy, start
her up, put her in the circle in front of the house, and put her away again
when the party was finished. I also got
a personal tour of the house, including the servant’s floor, which is now
used for office space, and not included on the tour.
some last-minute prep…
This included
changing the wheel with the questionable spokes (for which I had to acquire a
proper wheel wrench, as there were no tools with the car), and starting in on
the chassis lubrication. This included
oiling the clutch and throwout bearing, the
distributor, and as many other oiling cups as I could locate (and I know I
didn’t find them all). When this
was done, we took her out for a short drive, and put her away. The lubricated clutch seemed much happier
backing up the driveway (although the continuing education of the pilot may
have contributed as well).
and it’s showtime…
The day began
hideously early (4am), in order to get down to the Wilson House to meet the car
hauler. We were scheduled to be on the bridge by 7am. Since “Woodie”
isn’t currently registered, I thought it was a good idea to have the car
trucked down and back.
Waiting for the flatbed with Andy Diem.
Loaded up and ready to roll.
With John Undeland, the PR
guy who was in charge of the dedication ceremonies.
Meg Nowack, Curator of the
Woodrow Wilson House.
The bridge drive…
My passengers were Virginia Governor Tim Kaine, Maryland Governor Robert Ehrlich, District of
Columbia Mayor Anthony Williams, and Transportation Secretary Norman Mineta. Governor Kaine and Secretary Mineta walked
from the Virginia side of the bridge, and Governor Ehrlich and Mayor Williams
walked from the Maryland side. They all
met in the middle of the draw span and shook hands. At this point, we pulled
up, my able footman Andy Diem got out, opened the doors, and the dignitaries
all got in the car. Andy got to walk
away as we continued across the bridge.
The choreography for the ceremony had me driving past the podium and the
grandstand, turning the car around, driving back past the grandstand, and
parking next to the podium.
(L – R) The Chauffeur, Secretary of
Transportation Norman Mineta, Maryland Governor
Robert Ehrlich, District of Columbia Mayor Anthony Williams, and Virginia
Governor Tim Kaine.
On the drive across, as we were heading downhill,
looking at the Virginia shoreline, someone in the back seat (I don’t know
who) said, “We should just keep on going.” To this, Secretary Mineta replied, “Yeah, we could go to Five Guys (a
local hamburger chain).” As part
of the ceremony, I had to turn the car around and drive it back toward the draw
span, parking next to the podium. As I
was backing the car up towards the Jersey wall, someone in the back seat asked,
“How are the brakes?” My
response was, “Well, all two of them work okay.” And then a different voice in the back seat
asked, “How well can you swim?”
80JH, following our fifteen minutes of fame.
We eased back past the grandstand, and I parked the
car next to the podium. After my passengers got out, my part in the production
was finished. We waited for the ribbon
cuttings (there were two, one for the Governors, the Mayor and the Secretary,
and a second for the other elected representatives present), and the inevitable
speeches. Fortunately, those were kept
mercifully brief. When the ceremony was
finished, I drove the car back to the other side of the bridge. We loaded her onto the flatbed, and headed
back to the Wilson House. It began to
sprinkle a bit during the drive, but we managed to dodge that bullet. When we returned to the Wilson House, the sun
was shining brightly, but the pavement was very wet. 80JH was then put away, to await further
cleaning and lubrication.
After the
ceremony, (L – R): Frank Aucella, Executive
Director of the Woodrow Wilson House; Meg Nowack,
Curator of the Woodrow Wilson House; The Chauffeur; Andy Diem, able footman and
Chairman of the Chesapeake Region, RROC.
Putting
her away, after a busy day.
on the road again…
The “Road Rally on S Street” happened two
weeks later. This was a tour of the Dupont-Sheridan-Kalorama neighborhoods in Northwest DC held
in concert with the Museum Walk Weekend.
It was also an event for the Chesapeake Region of the RROC, and about
fifteen PMCs were in attendance. With my continuing concerns about the state
of the car’s maintenance, the route was cut short. Perhaps I was worrying for nothing, as the
car performed fine, and did not seem to run hot (I felt the radiator when we
returned to the Wilson House driveway).
I did get to meet Jerauld Adams, the friend of the Leonard family who
got the car running. Jerauld told me
that the car had been sitting in that barn in Rhode Island for about eight
years.
Starting on the
Road Rally. And
here we are on the street.
and for my next trick…
Vern Parker (no relation) writes a weekly column on
old cars for the Washington Times. He
features a different car each week, and has a show once each year for those
cars he has written about. I have
learned that 80JH was written up about fifteen years ago and is therefore
eligible to attend. My goal for the
summer is to get the chassis maintenance to the point that I would feel
comfortable enough to drive it out to this particular show. It’s about a twenty-mile round trip,
and I can do it all on local roads. I’ll
keep you posted…
I want to thank Phil Brooks for permission to use his
article, “President Wilson’s Birthday Present” in the RROC
2006 Desk Diary, as source material.
the epilogue…
Woodie
didn’t make it to Vern’s show. It seems that the published piece on
the car was a sidebar, and Vern said that she didn’t qualify. We did take her to the
In 2008, I learned that Ted Leonard had passed away
some months previously. Betty Leonard
ultimately decided to put Woodie up for auction at the
Bonhams Greenwich sale in 2009. A friend of mine moves cars for Bonhams, and he asked me to help in getting
Woodie
loaded. At that point, I hadn’t been
down to see her in over a year, and hadn’t tried to start her in about 2
years. The fuel system had become thoroughly
gummed up, and while she would start, she would not run for more than 30
seconds at a time. So we had to push her
out of the garage and winch her into the trailer.
Three months later, she crossed the auction block in