{"product_id":"2940016353524","title":"It Might Have Been Worse; A Motor Trip From Coast To Coast","description":"It Might Have Been Worse; A Motor Trip From Coast To Coast, written by Beatrice Larned Massey was published in San Francisco in 1920. A delightful account of an auto trip across the United States in 1919 on the Lincoln Highway that spans coast-to-coast from Times Square in New York City to Lincoln Parkin San Francisco, passing originally through 13 states. (174 pages)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Publisher has copy-edited this book to improve the formatting, style and accuracy of the text to make it readable. This did not involve changing the substance of the text. Some books, due to age and other factors may contain imperfections. Since there are many books such as this one that are important and beneficial to literary interests, we have made it digitally available and have brought it back into print for the preservation of printed works of the past.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eContents:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChapter 1. The Start — Chapter 2. New York To Pittsburgh — Chapter 3. Ohio And Detours — Chapter 4. On To Chicago — Chapter 5. Through The Dairy Country — Chapter 6. Clothes, Luggage, And The Car — Chapter 7. The Twin Cities And Ten Thousand Lakes — Chapter 8. Millions Of Grasshoppers — Chapter 9. The Bad Lands \"Nature's Freakiest Mood\" — Chapter 10. The Dust Of Montana — Chapter 11. A Wonderland — Chapter 12. Westward Ho! — Chapter 13. Nevada And The Desert — Chapter 14. The End Of The Road\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eForeward:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e...May I state, at the start, that this account of our motor trip from New York City to San Francisco is intended to be not only a road map and a motor guide for prospective tourists, but also to interest the would-be or near motorists who take dream trips to the Pacific? It sounds like a rather large order, to motor across this vast continent, but in reality it is simple, and the most interesting trip I have ever taken in our own country or abroad.\u003cbr\u003e...There are so many so-called \"highways\" to follow, and numerous routes which, according to the folders, have \"good roads and first-class accommodations all the way\" that hundreds of unsuspecting citizens are touring across every year. I can speak only for ourselves, and will doubtless call down the criticism of many who have taken any other route. On the whole, it has been a revelation, and, to my mind, the only way to get a first-hand knowledge of our country, its people, the scenery, and last, but not the least, its roads — good, bad, and infinitely worse.\u003cbr\u003eB. L. M.\u003cbr\u003eSan Francisco, January, 1920\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpts:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e...It is always of interest to me to know the make of car that a friend (or stranger) is driving; so let me say, without any desire to advertise the Packard, that we had a new twin-six touring car, of which I shall speak later on. I believe in giving just tribute to any car that will come out whole and in excellent condition, without any engine troubles or having to be repaired, after a trip of 4154 miles over plains and mountains, through ditches, ruts, sand, and mud, fording streams and two days of desert-going. And let me add that my husband and I drove every mile of the way. It is needless to say that the car was not overstrained or abused, and was given every care on the trip. In each large city the Packard service station greased and oiled the car, turned down the grease-cups, examined the brakes and steering-gear, and started us off in \"apple-pie\" order, with a feeling on our parts of security and satisfaction.\u003cbr\u003e...The next day was clear and beautiful. Our road took us east over the Continental Divide and along the shores of Yellowstone Lake, past the mud geysers, to the Grand Canyon Hotel. On the divide is lily-covered Isa Lake, whose waters in springtime hesitate whether to flow out one end, into the Pacific, or out the other, into Atlantic waters, and usually compromise by going in both directions. We passed over very steep grades commanding a superb view of Mt. Washburne (ten thousand feet high) through the knotted woods and dense pine forests, past the upper and lower falls, stopping at Artist's Point to get our first view of the Grand Canyon. It is twenty miles long — the most glorious kaleidoscope of color you will ever see in nature! You look down a thousand feet or more at the foaming Yellowstone River.","brand":"Digital Text Publishing Company","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47183953690864,"sku":"2940016353524","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016353524_p0.jpg?v=1763634642","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016353524","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}