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    1. Kit: , by (VIP/Sponsor) Old Busted Hotness is offline
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      Digging through the family archives, I came across the technical drawings for this most unusual device. It is probably the first 4-wheel-drive vehicle, designed for exploring and mapping the rough terrain across the US-Canadian border. It accomplished two Rocky Mountain crossings, in the days before roads.

      It was commissioned by Felix Huggleston (a distant relative) and built by the Lima Locomotive works. Many technical obstacles had to be overcome, including flexible suspension (not normally a requirement for locomotives) and steam generation at extreme boiler angles, again a situation your normal loco does not encounter.

      There was a crew of two; a driver, in this case Felix, and a fireman/spotter, who, when not stoking the boiler, would step outside onto a platform to overlook the terrain ahead (much of which was invisble to the driver).

      Starting with the front half of an XC and a TLT axle, I made the wheels and boiler by wrapping .020 styrene 1854 Huggleston Steam Waggon inside a roll of tape. Steering was by the rear wheels, as the weight of the boiler prevented steering the front wheels.

      Suspension by walking beam/leaf spring, with stout lower links.

      Driver's compartment, with entry door and spotter's platform

      Front of the Steam Waggon, showing the boiler, smokestack and steam dome.

      The Department of the Interior took a dim view toward Felix's expedition, as driving a steam engine through several thousand miles of forest was, in the words of Secretary of the Interior William Walker, "dangerously stupid, at best." Refused funding by the government, Felix (heir to the vast Huggleston Parasol Company fortune) funded the expedition himself, beginning with the construction of this remarkable vehicle.

      The fate of the expedition, and of Huggleston, will be revealed at the end of this thread. Stay tuned for an historic journey.
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  1. Quote Originally Posted by hot ford coupe View Post
    I have a feeling that this is related to more than crayons here. The symptomatology resembles more of a lacquer 1854 Huggleston Steam Waggon problem than one of crayons. Although the diagnosis seems to be an open and shut case, more tests will be needed for confirmation. These things take time.
    Funny you should mention paint. The model is now in the paint booth. Wisely I didn't spray all of it into a paper bag and have enough to put the gloss black on.

    Crazy? Bah, that's what all those psychiatrists said!

    And the story (admittedly a product of a diseased imagination, whether that imagination was born in 1853 or 2010 is a minor point not worthy of discussion among gentlemen) continues:

    21 May 1856:

    Once again we can make our way West, towards the Pacific and Destiny! Although the Steam Waggon is in a state of disrepair, having rusted in the deep snow, Stoker has gotten it in running order after many days of tinkering, and using animal fat for lubrication, as we brought along insufficient quantities of lubricating oil. But steam now leaks from every joint, and ominous Noises can be heard in its operation. Far from the luxurious carriage it was when we left, my poor Waggon now rattles like a Bucket full of Bolts. But still we make way across the mountains.

    Today, a Great Descent, down down down the mountainside, the brakes smoking, supplies and wood falling from their compartments, Stoker madly reversing the engine in a vain effort for precious traction, churning up an impenetrable cloud of soil, and snow, and fallen Pine needles which obscures the view to the front. It is only the trees which we cannot see that slow us, the mighty prow of the Steam Waggon rendering them to Splinters as we descend farther, and faster, and father yet, thrilling me with the speed, and Danger. I blow the whistle and hear its mighty voice echo through the canyon Huggleston Canyon! until we lie exhausted at the bottom of a gorge, facing yet another mountain to climb, but not until we retrieve our supplies from the path behind us.

    During our rest in the Gorge, Stoker damn him admits to me two new truths: One, he knows not where we are, beyond the knowledge that we sit at the bottom of a gorge in the mountains, which is plain for all to see. And two, that he has unbeknownst to me been Poisoning my food with an Indian remedy against Madness, and that we have now run out of this remedy. Who is he to judge me mad or to experiment with remedies from the Black Foot, which he said would either kill me or stop the madness. Either way, Stoker said, I would no longer be mad oh damn the man.

    Stoker has shed his suit of Bear skin as the weather is fair, and no longer resembles the wild vision that has haunted me in these months of inactivity. Although neither of us has had a Shave since when was it when when late September as the blasted man will let me near no sharp objacts for why I cannot see

    There is a River here, but it is shallow enough to ford, and we have gotten from it some fine Fish for the evening meal.
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  2. 22 May 1856: And up and up and up the mountain we go, making slow progress but the river behind grows ever smaller as we struggle up the slope toward the heavens higher and higher we go, no more than 100 yards today and many more to go until we reach the summit no damn you Stoker I said the summit passes are for the weak we can make the summit I tell you

    23 May 1856: Once again I find myself trussed to the platform. Stoker's soul will writhe in Hell for this indignity. Even now he ignores the lofty summit of this mountain for the easy way of the pass. But already I can see the next peak ahead blow the whistle for me Stoker
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  3. Started on the pinstriping

    Freakin' egomaniac

    Steam-pressure gauge and whistle valve on the ceiling
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  4. Actual photo from 1905:

    Not THE Steam Waggon, but certainly A steam wagon.

    4 July 1857: Mountains ever mountains shall we ever see level ground again? But Lo! before us lies a great Lake [Ross Lake] stretching far to the south and less to the north. Stoker presents to me an Interesting Fact, that the local Indians do refer to our course as the Medicine Line as United States Soldiers will not cross it medicine medicine the Line is my Medicine why does Stoker converse with the savages behind my back and not allow me the Right which is mine of negotiating our passage through this country he knows not [illegible]to Hell with the man I say!

    Today we encountered some United States Cavalry, who did inform us that we are now in the Oregon Country, and that we are but eighty miles from the Pacific Ocean! What wondrous news, that we may fulfill our Destiny at last! And not to spend another winter in the mountains with Stoker poisoning me binding me and mocking constantly mocking he will pay pay pay damn the man to the deepest pits of Hell

    The Cavalry were kind enough to escort us to their Fort, where a blacksmith was able to effect the many repairs needed to the Steam Waggon after many hard miles. The cracks in the Boiler are now repaired, steam lines are mended, and some real Oil for lubrication applied. And what food these soldiers enjoy! Fresh greens, bread, and potatoes, all things we have been denied these years in the wilderness I myself ate seven potatoes at one sitting, and more for breakfast the next day, potatoes potatoes how I have missed them but Stoker's head looks like a potato now that I see it I cannot dissemble myself from this illusion potato head, potato head! Stoker has a potato head! with melted butter

    5 July 1857: Bound to my cot in the soldier's Fort. Damn the man.
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  5. strevo's Avatar VIP/Sponsor
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    This is like watching a build and a movie at the same time. I tune in every day to see what's next in the quest of Huggleston.
    "Success and failure are the same choice; only attitude determines the difference." Ross A. Halliday

  6. 6 August 1857: At last the sea the sea the blessed sea My Destiny fulfilled the sea the sea my destiny destin-sea my long journey is done and I can be rid of the damnable man Stoker there is a Seaport here and he can book passage East while I I I go on to greater things to fame and glory I can run the Steam Waggon and none will bind me to any hard steel rails no frayed smelling ropes none but blessed Freedom but Stoker's black soul lives on he has sent a Man to travel with me I know his real motives not to Travel but to Torment i sent him away away back to the pits of hell from which he sprang and to stoker i shall see to him before he sails i shall strike him down he can join his damned man he sends to spy upon me to steal the glory that is mine i shall have his potato head, potato head, potato head upon a platter but he is no john the baptist he is a demon sent to drive me insane with his red indian medicines and his ropes and his bear skin he can be buried in it or better yet left to rot, to rot and more potatoes shall sprout from his hideous neck and i shall have potatoes this evening as much as i can eat and tomorrow his head for breakfast or perhaps lunch if i sleep late as is my right as a gentleman then to the north to explore alaska territory to claim it from the smug british and the sneaky russians i shall have it all only a short trip mere weeks and i shall walk upon the bering sea and mock them in their fur hats and tsars tonight potatoes tomorrow stoker dies and to alaska the arctic circle and the north pole itself

    Well, it's clear Huggleston has left sanity far behind at this point. What fate awaits the faithful Stoker? And does Huggleston make it to Alaska?

    Stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  7. Footplate area is looking busier

    Pinstripes coming along slowly
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  8. Article from the Vancouver (BC) Times, August 9, 1857:





    Our Southern correspondent tells a tale of such strange behaviour that it beggars belief, yet Witnesses to the extraordinary events all verify their truth.
    At a Rooming House in Blaine, Oregon Country, a Philadelphia man, Felix Huggleston, attacked another man, his travelling Companion known only as Stoker, inflicting a most unusual though not mortal wound, later escaping the scene in a steam-powered wagon in which the pair had travelled more than 1,300 miles, from the port of Duluth on Lake Superior.

    Witnesses report that Mr. Huggleston, who had been ill for a period of several months, entered the Rooming House via the kitchen, proceeded into the dining room where the Guests were enjoying breakfast. He then fetched up a fork and assaulted the man Stoker, inflicting several Wounds in the man's neck.

    Captain Jonathan McPhee, of the steamer Mollie Ann, on which Stoker had booked passage to the East, said Mr. Huggleston "fought like a madman against the man Stoker, who had done nothing to provoke the attack. The madman carried on screaming about potatoes, for why I cannot say. Clearly the man was deranged."

    Mr. Huggleston then bolted from the room. He was heard to shout, "I have killed him, Glory Hallelujia, at last I am free," despite not having killed or even seriously wounding Mr. Stoker. Mr. Huggleston then escaped the scene, steaming north atop a device which defies the imagination.

    Captain McPhee described it best: It resembled in many aspects a Locomotive, but ran not upon steel rails but the ground itself, and at such great speed that mounted men could not catch him. Even the forest did not slow his progress, the great Locomotive knocking trees down as if they were tenpins! Never have I seen such a thing, nor do I ever wish to again."


    While Guests of the Rooming House assisted the wounded Stoker, pressing clean cloths to his wound, the man stood up and exclaimed, "The Dynamite!" and ran bleeding 1854 Huggleston Steam Waggon to his first-floor room whereupon he did discover the lock Smashed, and a quantity of Dynamite he had hidden therein, to be Missing. "The poor fool, we must stop him!" cried Mr. Stoker, and he too ran from the Rooming House.

    But so great was the speed of Mr. Huggleston's escape that none could hope to catch him.

    Mr. Huggleston was last seen speeding to the north, toward our Fair City. Citizens should be warned that the man knows no Reason, and is armed with much Dynamite. Vancouver Police request that any who see the man or his Device should immediately contact them.

    Another, from the Times, August 11, 1857:




    Vancouver Police have stopped the madman Felix Huggleston, who escaped after attacking a man in the Oregon Country on August 8, as Huggleston approached the settlement of Surrey.

    Police Constable Ulysses Draper reported: "Well, he was easy to find, wasn't he? What with the smoke, and the straight line of flattened trees. When we caught him up he was crossing the mud flats there, churning up a great spray, and none wished to approach. We blew our whistles and shouted for him to stop. Even then I could see the man was in mortal danger, as his machine's boiler was glowing red hot 1854 Huggleston Steam Waggon . But it was all over when he shoveled in the Dynamite."

    The resulting Explosion could be heard for miles, and fragments of the glowing metal started several small fires.

    The mad Mr. Huggleston is presumed dead, and of his Steam Waggon, nothing remains but smoldering wreckage slowly sinking in the mud, still steaming as it cools.

    Letter received by Mrs. Anna Huggleston:

    11 August, 1857

    My dear Mrs Huggleston,

    As you know it was my privilege to accompany your husband Felix on his expedition along the 49th Parallel. It is my sad duty to inform you that, although Felix completed the journey, he shall not be returning home. Felix was killed today as the boiler of his Steam Waggon exploded.

    I would gladly escort his body home to you, but not a trace of him can be found. We must assume the worst, but know that he did not suffer, as the explosion was very powerful and mercifully quick.

    I shall arrive by steamship on 9 September, and shall return to you Felix's journal which will, I feel, explain much.

    Yours in service,


    And a totally unrelated (?) item, from the Vancouver Times Police Blotter, 20 December 1857:

    9:00 P.M. Police were called to 19 Armory Lane, where a Citizen did complain of a man shouting "Potato head" but no man could be found.
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  9. And now, Stoker's perspective:

    June 6, 1855

    Today is a happy day! I was finally able to convince Felix that the marine compass is broken, and rather than steaming to the north, we have in fact traced a giant circle through the woods of the Minnesota Territory.

    Merely crossing our path, as we have already done, was not enough evidence for Felix. He put the devastation (for the Steam Waggon cuts quite a swath through the woods) down to "a herd of bears." But when confronted with his initials carved in to a great Fir tree 1854 Huggleston Steam Waggon , he relented that perhaps a slight error in navigation had been made.

    If I had said nothing, we would steam in circles until all the trees in the Territory were flattened. I am certainly glad I purchased a supply of Whisky for I shall be driven to drink before this journey ends!
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  10. More from Stoker's journal:

    July 7, 1855:

    At last we find the river which marks the northern border of the Minnesota Territory, but with some unease. Felix's refusal to turn back to Duluth for more supplies troubles me. Although we could have been back in a day or less, only retracing our route, he insists on running ever north, and now ever west. His mania for the 49th Parallel, which I do not understand, is consuming him and I fear for his sanity.

    We are making do nicely with the pocket watch and compass, although the compass must be removed from the vicinity of the Steam Waggon to get an accurate reading. Felix insists that this is not the case, and tries to navigate while we are under steam, so we get lost more often than necessary. At night while Felix sleeps, when I have finished cutting wood for the morrow's fuel, I am also able to hunt some game. I hope to shoot a Buffaloe, as that will feed us for many days, but I have seen none here in the woods. Nor have I seen the "herd of bears" that Felix insists is tracking our movements.

    This night I had a proper bath in the river, while Felix scribbles nonsense in his journal. Although it is far too late to return East, I question the wisdom of my decision to make this journey with him. As Lieutenant Rodgers said when our Colonel was struck and killed by an Apache's arrow, "We are in it now. Pray we get out alive." I have done so nightly.

    Huggleston's egomania strikes again

    About done with the pinstripes
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  11. And more from Stoker:

    July 27, 1855:

    The farther we stray from civilization, the farther Felix strays from sanity. Last night he unleashed his explosive rage upon me, insisting that I address him as Mister Huggleston, as it is only proper and appearances must be kept up.

    Appearances? To whom? Perhaps to the Buffaloe, or the Prairie Dogs, or his herd of bears? We have seen no man for five months.

    So great was his rage that he did fetch up a piece of wood from the tender and attempted to beat me with it. I held him off easily, and when he had exhausted himself I bound him hand and foot. If he is to act as a madman I shall have to treat him as such. And call him as Felix, because madmen cannot be afforded the privileges of gentlemen. One must keep up appearances after all.

    September 9, 1855

    Today we encountered a party of Sioux, and I was able to converse with them. I shall relate that conversation:

    Me: I greet you in peace. My name is Fire Maker [a pretty fair translation]
    Sioux: We greet you in peace. I am Great Buffaloe. Your prisoner appears uncomfortable.
    Me: He is no prisoner, but he is mad. He has visions of men and things that are not here, and will not wake from his dream. He is called Huggleston, Man Who Is Chased By Bears.
    Sioux: I see no bear.
    Me: I see no bear. Only he can see the bears.
    Sioux: Those are the worst kind of bears.
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  12. Found enough sticks in the yard to fill the tender

    Also picked up some Sculpey clay and started modeling Stoker. He still needs work before I stick him in the oven.

    As for Huggleston, should I put him in the hero pose pointing forward, or hog-tied?
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

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    [QUOTE=Old Busted

    As for Huggleston, should I put him in the hero pose pointing forward, or hog-tied?[/QUOTE]

    Hog-tied. Looks like Stoker is in control.

  14. Poor Huggleston:

    Damn damn damn you, Stoker!

    Stoker's arms sagged a little in the oven, but the Steam Waggon has a tilt column so it's cool.

    Also, video:

    Last edited by Old Busted Hotness; 07-16-10 at 08:05 AM.
    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

  15. Man... check out the potato head on this guy.

    This don't look like no expressway to me! - Jake Blues

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