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Title: En route; a descriptive automobile tour through nine countries & over nineteen great passes of Europe
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Trevor, Roy
Subjects: Europe -- Description and travel
Publisher: London : E. Stanford
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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possible to see as far as the radiator.We made but poor progress, generally on the firstspeed; coupled with the wind behind, this com-pelled us perpetually to beg, borrow, or stealwater with which to cool the eng^ine. At oneplace the road ran along the bottom of a narrowgully, twisting this way and that and seeming end-less. Even mending tyres was a relief from thistortuous crawl, a relief, by the way, that we wereoften treated to. The last twenty miles led acrossa plain, flat as the paper I write upon, and the roadcontinued bad right into Albacete which we reachedabout seven in the evening. We wondered why thepeople stared at us so peculiarly as we dismountedfrom the car at the hotel door, but a glance in theglass showed that our faces, hands, and hair,were covered deep in dust, here and there red,elsewhere pure white: while our eyes where wehad rubbed them were red and sore. Mercedespresented a sorrowful spectacle, the red and whitedust lying inches deep upon and in every part of228
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A (illSV DANCE(JUANAUA THEY CALL THEM ROYAL ROADS her. As for the engine, the once spotless, shiningjoy of Dennis, it looked as though it had been rolledpromiscuously about the awful road: whilst thetyres, two new at Granada, were literally upontheir uppers. We had left Andalucia, and the fact was broughtto our notice by the weather ; it rained incessantlyfor two whole days—a rest much appreciated, thoughwe shuddered to think of the effect upon the road.It was still drizzling when we left at six in themorning on a proposed journey of 130 miles to thenearest town, Valencia. Oh, that journey ! the onefrom Ubeda, was play compared with it. Outsidethe town our troubles began. The road, the RoyalRoad as it was sarcastically called, never had afoundation; although in dry weather it woulddoubtless be quite firm, now it exactly resembled aploughed field. Mercedes wheels sank so deepinto the quicksand surface, that when we stoppedhalf a mile on the road, we found that the groundscraping agai

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