Angus MacKenzie's tales of driving through the Australian Outback brought back fond memories of my grandfather, Joe Liberman (not the senator). In the 1920s, he owned cars when few others did. As a child, I loved hearing his stories about family trips. Motoring in the 1920s was a real adventure. Roads were at best paved with macadam and at worst graded dirt. Driving to Upstate New York, the steep climb to Wurtsboro always caused numerous cars, including my grandfather's 1928 Hupmobile, to overheat, requiring drivers to stop and trudge down to a nearby creek to replenish radiators with fresh, cool water.
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