Except as noted, all images copyrighted by and should be attributed to E B Hawley.
I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Wichita Trucks: 1911-32

Good good article written by Hugh Hemphill 
on the Wichita Falls Motor Company: 

Wichita truck on exhibit at the Wichita Falls Railroad Museum. 
The Holt Hotel is seen in the background of this image.

Wichita trucks were strong and reliably built for the oil fields, 
among other difficult fields found all around the world. 

A worn tire.

Behind the driver's seat, a copper plaque showed instructions. 

Notice to Truck Driver 
In order to obtain -
         the most miles per gallon
         the best power
         the smallest repair bills
the truck driver must personally take 
an interest in keeping the motor at about
180 F.  in all seasons of the year.
The driver should get the motor temper-
ature up to 180 F. as soon as possible af-
ter starting by closing up the radiator.
The choke should be used very sparingly.
Do not let the motor idle unnecessarily.

Nikon V 1, 10mm lens, no post-processing in the digital darkroom except for cropping.

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