Category: Something Fun

When you’re sitting in a car dealership lobby waiting for your vehicle to be serviced while fighting off a migraine, it takes a lot to inspire a genuine smile. In an unexpected treasure, I reveled in the happiness of players and spectators at the World Cup in Qatar.

While the fumes of tires and oil saturated the air, the South Korea v. Portugal game aired on screens across the waiting room. I’ve never been that interested in the World Cup, but it seems to permeate every conversation in our house at the moment. My sons, who play soccer, have their favorite players and teams, so I’m hearing and learning a lot about it now.

As I casually glanced at the dealership’s TV from time to time, I silently cheered for Portugal. As Cristiano Ronaldo’s biggest fan, my middle son takes Portugal’s wins and losses to heart. With only minutes left in the game, at a 1-1 deadlock, it seemed it would all come down to the dreaded penalty kicks.

UNTIL…..Son Heung-min brought the ball up the field past the defenders and passed it to Hwang Hee-chan. Hwang scored the final goal for a 2-1 victory. In celebration, Hwang immediately stripped off his jersey and flexed for the cameras. Not exactly the way I celebrate my victories, but hey – I get it. You gotta do what you gotta do. Along with his muscles, his pure happiness sprinted naked across the turf.

For the next several minutes, the broadcaster panned to Korean spectators in their moment of victory. Most of them didn’t even know they were on camera – and their genuine ecstasy was palpable. They laughed, cried, thanked God, hugged each other, waved flags and cheered. In those moments, despite any differences in opinion or choices in life outside of the World Cup – they were all one in their state of utopia. It was absolutely beautiful.

The upset meant that Korea would be one of the final 16 teams. For a split second, I felt disappointed for my son about Portugal’s imminent loss in the match. But Portugal got to advance anyhow so everyone was fine in the end – (except Uruguay, I guess). But I left the dealership feeling happy. I know unity in ecstasy isn’t unique to this particular game, but it stood out to me here. I suppose observing that moment after the “big thing” is my favorite part of the World Cup. The jubilation of the spectators is contagious. I only wish we all could bottle that kind of happiness and take a sip when we needed it.

More than ten years before the introduction of Henry Ford’s Model T, the Duryea Wagon won our nation’s first automobile race on Thanksgiving 1895 in Chicago, Illinois. Charles and Frank Duryea began work on this vehicle, the only gas-powered American car, in Springfield, Massachusetts in 1892. The brothers tested and operated it as early as 1893. Following the race, in 1896, the Duryea brothers sold thirteen Duryea Wagons, more than any other automobile maker in America at that time.

In May of 1895, H.H. Kohlsaat, owner of the Chicago Times Herald newspaper, found inspiration for the event as he read about an automobile race in France, between Paris and Bordeaux. With the help of one of his enthusiastic reporters, Frederick U. Adams, Kohlsaat initially organized and scheduled the Chicago race to run on the 4^th of July in order to attract a large crowd. Plans for the summer race were thwarted when only one of the cars was ready. The newspaper owner therefore postponed it to a much colder day in November.

Race Day

On Thanksgiving Day, 1895, a blanket of snow coated the 30-degree, windy Chicago landscape. The drivers of six automobiles waited in Jackson Park for their race to begin. The night before, eleven of the sixty-something cars registered were still committed to participating. However, many of them broke down in the morning on their way to the starting line. For them, the hope of winning the $2,000 prize (over $50,000 in today’s money) would remain only a dream.

At 8:55 a.m., with thousands of spectators braving the cold and lining the streets of Chicago, the racers began their 52.4 mile-race to Evanston, and back to Jackson Park. In the end, only two of the six cars completed the course because the weather conditions created serious road and mechanical issues for the racers. Along the way, the Duryea Wagon’s left front wheel struck a rut and lost its steering arm, so Frank found a blacksmith shop and replaced it. Duryea also had a 55-minute mechanical delay when he stopped to replace one of the two cylinders that had ceased firing.

Even with the snow, mechanical problems and gasoline stops, the Duryea Wagon managed to finish first place in 10 hours and 23 minutes. The 1895 course covered a distance that many athletes now run in about nine hours, and modern cars easily drive in under an hour.

Only two vehicles finishing the race of the intended sixty-something registrants seemed to provide a sign to Chicagoans that November is not the best time of the year to hold such an event. This sentiment is reflected in a cartoon that appears on the November 28, 1895 Chicago Tribune’s front page, suggesting that Thanksgiving “is the day when turkey and football rule”.