Back when the Statue of Liberty was just a little girl, the Studebaker Brothers were making both electric and gas vehicles. Yes you heard that right, they were making electric vehicles all the way back to 1902! And you thought Tesla was cutting edge nincompoopery, which it may well be I’ll grant you that, but it is by no means the original electric vehicle. Speaking of which, just in case you missed my latest Elon Musk feature, you can find it HERE.
Anyway, prior to that, when the great Green Goddess (after which the salad dressing was named) was still being hammered out by swearing Frenchmen at a sweaty workshop in Paris, the Stud Bro’s were making wagons for miners, farmers, the military and other utilitarian purposes.
What other utilitarian purposes you may ask? Well can you think of a better utilitarian purpose for a kick-ass horse drawn wagon than to pull beer around? No you can’t. Unless of course it is whiskey. But it isn’t a whiskey wagon I’m talking about, it’s a beer wagon, so don’t get me started. Surely, if I was to have a great big red beer wagon, that’s what I’d use it for: pulling beer. So would you, because you are sensible, fit, attractive, and probably enjoy a beer now and again. I’m sure you would agree.
And pull it around it did. In fact that wagon is STILL pulling beer around, because that’s what you do when you have a beer wagon. In this case it’s mainly to events and parades, because it’s not just any beer wagon, it’s a very very famous beer wagon. A Studebaker beer wagon.
That’s right, the famous Budweiser clydesdale horses pull a 1903 Studebaker. A Studebaker what? A Studebaker (you guessed it) beer wagon. You have to admit, they made gorgeous wagons, pulled by gorgeous horses, and made more gorgeous by the fact that it’s loaded with beer. Some could argue that a more gorgeous beer would make the ensemble, but I’m not the arguing sort. Well, that’s not exactly true, but I try to pick my battles wisely.
There are some of you out there wondering what the Frenchmen I mentioned earlier who built the Statue of Liberty were swearing about. Probably most of you were not, but I just wanted to make sure everyone here is on the same page. Let me break it down for you.
Picture yourself in a warehouse. Not like the nice clean modern ones with bright, even lighting, climate controls, and lines on the floor for people to drive forklifts on so that they can precisely get where they are going. Everyone talks to each other on radios and wears clean coveralls. That is a sissy warehouse, a dainty warehouse where microchips are manufactured and stored. Workers sip tea with their pinkies out.
No. I’m talking about the kind of place where men sweat and labor and get dirty, where maybe a ship would be built, or where huge slabs of quarried granite would be shattered into tombstones. A place where trusses for bridges are welded, or where nefarious dealings in a Quentin Tarantino movie might go down. In this sort of warehouse, there’s one incandescent light bulb in a metal cage hanging down from the tin roof every 100 or so feet, and dead things collect in unused corners.
Should you decide to enter such a place and provide your own source of light, you’d see that your feet have made impressions into the dust on the floor much like images we’ve all seen of an astronaut hopping around on the moon. That’s the kind of place I’m talking about.
Now, you take a crew of blacksmiths, stick them in a late 1800’s warehouse of the sort I mentioned (maybe there’s electric light, maybe not), stoke the forge so that it is hot enough to make metal pliable, give them each a set of tongs and a hammer, a pile of salt pills and 2 bottles of wine, and say “build this giant lady statue”.
Swearing. Lots of it. In French.
Oh yeah, then they get told after they’ve been building the giant lady statue for 9 years, to take the giant lady statue masterpiece completely apart. And if that isn’t enough insult to injury, you tell them that they are going to have to put the pieces of the fragmented metal goddess they just toiled over relentlessly for nearly a decade on a ship to America. A-friggin’-merica.
America. A place where it so happens that they and pretty much everyone they know can never see the statue completed, and the evidence of what they and their cohorts spent the best years of their lives building sails off into the sunset never to be seen again. At which time, it becomes impossible to explain to their wives what it is they have been up to for like 10 hours a day for all that time.
Explainer: “Buh-buh-buh but the big lady, with a torch and a book…”
Disbeliever: “So you’ve been working hard on a big lady statue, huh? Where is it?”
Explainer: “It’s…you see…gone…to America…”
What was I talking about? Oh yes, Studebaker. President. Got it.
This green over tan interior example of the top of the line 1940 Studebaker has a 250 cu in straight-8 engine with a 3-speed manual overdrive transmission. The seller states that it is a rust free Arizona car, and that it is straight and solid. Interior has been restored, and the car has a new set of wide whitewall tires in the original size.
The carburetor has been replaced and all glass is good, with a new windshield and rubber. Other updates are the fuel pump, electric wipers motor and switch, new brakes, and new points and plugs. Asking price for this classic Studie sedan is $18,500, but I’m sorry to say it comes with neither clydesdales nor beer.
To find out more info, click HERE to take you to the craigslist listing.