Thursday, November 08, 2007

All things considered...


Ernest Hemingway said it best, "Auto racing, bull fighting, and mountain climbing are the only real sports ... all others are games."

When you get right down to it Hemingway's quote pretty much describes the La Carrera Panamericana. Without a doubt there was auto racing and there was the evening spent in the oldest bullring to be found in North America and if you don't call the climb up the spinal cord of the Sierra Madre Mountains reaching elevations higher than 9000 feet then you haven't yet met the challenge of one of the ultimate tows in the world.

Speaking of the Sierra Madre... if you haven't watched one of the greatest movies of all time now would be a good time to go rent it and really get in the mood.

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

By the 1920s the violence of the Mexican Revolution had largely subsided, although scattered gangs of bandits continued to terrorize the countryside. The newly established post-revolution government relied on the effective but ruthless Federal Police, commonly known as the Federales, to patrol remote areas and dispose of the bandits.

Foreigners, like the three American prospectors who are the protagonists in the story, were at very real risk of being killed by the bandits if their paths crossed. The bandits, likewise, were given little more than a "last cigarette" by the army units after capture, even having to dig their own graves first. This is the context in which the three gringos band together in a small Mexican town and set out to strike it rich in the remote Sierra Madre mountains. They ride a train into the hinterlands, surviving a bandit attack enroute.

Once out in the desert, Howard, the old-timer of the group, quickly proves to be by far the toughest and most knowledgeable; he is the one to discover the gold they are seeking. A mine is dug, and much gold is extracted, but greed soon sets in and Fred C. Dobbs begins to lose both his trust and his mind, lusting to possess the entire treasure.

The bandits then reappear, pretending, very crudely, to be Federales, which leads to the now-iconic line about not needing to show any "stinking badges". After a gunfight, a real troop of Federales appear and drive the bandits away. But when Howard is called away to assist some local villagers, Dobbs and third partner Curtin have a final confrontation, which Dobbs wins, leaving Curtin lying shot and bleeding. However, as he staggers away through the desert, Dobbs is found and killed by some surviving bandits, who, in their ignorance, scatter the gold to the winds. Curtin is discovered and taken to Howard's village, where he recovers. He and Howard witness the bandits' execution by Federales, and learn that the gold is gone. They part ways, Howard returning to his village, and Curtin returning home to America.

It seems each of us found some of that treasure that was cast to the wind when we took part in the La Carrera Panamericana. The truth is the gold isn't really gone... Many of us broiught some home with us and the rest still waits for those who dream the dream.

2 comments:

The Sporting Life Society said...

I really dig this picture...something about the Mexican countryside and the contrast of the GF 350...very Sporting!

Gary Faules said...

For me, I kept wondering what the greats who ran this same race many years ago thought about especially Carrol Shelby.