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| RECENT AMPHIB RECORD ATTEMPTS Please advise us if you know of any other amphib record attempts. |
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| June 1997 | |
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| Dutton Mariner. First crossing using the original Dutton Mariner prototype, a faulty wire to the cooling fan stopped us 2 miles off the French coast - so almost a crossing. Repaired wire when back in Dover then drove car back to factory. Every Dutton made since then has a "fan on" warning lamp and an engine bay temperature gauge |
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| June 2003 | |
| Searoader. Attempted to prove their amphib could work non-stop for 24 hours on a river. Broke down after a few hours, then sank. |
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| June 2004 | |
| Gibbs Aquada. On the face of it a very fast channel crossing until you do the maths - 21 miles in 1 hour 40 minutes equates to an average speed of a mere 12.6 mph, someway off the top speed quoted by Gibbs of 35 mph and the crossing was made in the middle of summer. |
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| July 2006 | |
| Rinspeed hydrofoil Another supposedly "fast" crossing but as with Gibbs if you do the maths - 21 miles in 3 hours 14 minutes equates to an average speed of only 6.5 mph, spectactually off the top speed quoted by Rinspeed of 64 mph and this was in the middle of summer. |
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| November 2006 | |
| Dutton Commander X2 Successful world record crossing by 2 amphibious cars of the same make. Total distance 30.4 miles in 7 hours 9 minutes giving an average speed of 4.2mph. 2006 Channel Crossing Video now available. Click HERE to view (4min). |
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| NEW WORLD RECORD! | |
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This is Doug's log of the crossing:- 6/11/06 traveling Dover (UK) - Calais (France), two 'Dutton' UK made amphibious cars piloted by Doug Hilton with first mate Adam Soloman in one car and the other by Tim Dutton creator and manufacturer of the cars, crossed the English channel starting just after 10.00 and finally pulling out of the water well after darkness onto the beach at Calais after an eventful (and wet) 7 hours and 9 minutes fighting against waves, changing winds and being set miles to the west by the 7 metre plus tidal rips. Total distance covered 49 Km (30.4 miles). Average speed 6.7Km/hr (4.2 mph). THE DAY Doug Hilton, Instigated the crossing in protest against the unfair imposition of landfill tax on Buckland lake wildfowl reserve. When calling Tim Dutton, to ask if there was anything needed before tackling such a crossing, he was told - "nothing, but I have to bring my car too". This actually worked quite well because as far as we were aware, the only previous attempt to cross with two cars, was in 1965 using two 'Amphicars' with one having to be towed to France. A calm period in August looked good to us but last moment intermittent electrical problems (the blight of any modern engine) occurred and the weather simply fell apart leading to hugely frustrating delay. We sat glued to the daily forecasts, while the tail end of American hurricane systems and onset of winter channel weather drove in one bad weather system after another. The English Channel with its difficult sea conditions, preventer of countless invasion attempts of this small island, was now stopping us going the other way! Big seas caused by far away storms run into this tiny neck of sea at Dover and collide. These come from the West and down the North sea, producing highly confused waves with very short intervals between them (chop). Tide and wind also pile up and with wind against tide it becomes one of the most unpredictable sea areas in the world. We were still waiting three months later when at last a possible 24 hour weather eye appeared. We grab it, hoping for the best in what is now winter with very short daylight hours. Not at all what we had planned for but the protest still needed doing. An amusing French law forbids any non-standard vessel from landing in France or leaving and despite the fact that our cars would keep going even if the wind stopped (unlike a yacht), they were classed nevertheless as non-standard. The only way around this is to hire a French authorised channel pilot boat to accompany the crossing. Standing in the early morning darkness, my hand ran along her frozen hull - would we do it? 70 miles later at Dover, still waiting for our channel pilot to arrive, two very good friends Rene and Katty from Belgium unexpectedly appear. These two between them have had more hair raising adventures by land air and sea (and under it) that I have had hot dinners and yet they have traveled for over six hours and across three countries just to see us. Half an hour late and the pilot boat arrives, followed by a quick transfer of hoped to be unnecessary spare fuel plus one photographer (Ben) and across to the slipway. Frustration mounts as we are refused permission to launch by Dover Port Authorities, claiming the channel pilot had not notified them of the crossing attempt. Then they agreed to permit the launch on receipt of a signed £5 million GBP indemnity (presumably in case we sunk a roll-on-roll-off car ferry). Having signed away our worldly wealth and more, they then told us we had to wait for a health and safety lecture on the principle that what we were intending to do was considered bloody dangerous! I guess they get all sorts of people trying to cross the channel with absolutely no idea what they are about to take on, or of the danger they may create for others - so its OK you guys at Dover Port, we know you were only doing your duty and can look on it kindly (now)! Smiles eventually replaced officialdom after the pilot ran all the way from the inner harbour to speak with them but we were now seriously burning daylight and over one hour late. It was a relief when at last both cars slid gracefully into the water from the narrow slipway and the raucous clatter of the engine rose as rev's built for full speed. Shadowing us was a huge Dover harbour patrol boat (much bigger than us anyway) monitoring our progress across the massive harbour towards the Western entry. The reason for their interest soon became obvious - they knew what we did not. Passing through the entry, we went from calm with a swell to finding ourselves suddenly in the middle of huge turbulent waves, with the cars rearing, rolling and pitching; regularly disappearing from each others view. Nothing had prepared us to expect this. Funny how photographs never do justice to the state of the sea either, especially if taken from a high deck! Looking from a distance, we had been fooled into thinking it was fairly calm because the sun was shining and wind was just not enough to bring white crests to the waves. We had therefore even taken the soft tops off our cars. Adam and I were totally saturated in minutes as was our spare clothing (very useful) but it was just too rough to do anything other than simply hang on. Our hand held CB radio decided after about ten minutes that it was no part of its working agreement to get repeatedly soaked and hissing at the either it died in protest. After a thorough battering over the first two miles, sea conditions at last began to moderate but the cars had taken it amazingly well. As one after another freezing cold wave slid up the windscreen and tipped into our laps, the occasional salty yelp was tempered by puzzlement - Tim still had a smile on his face looking like he was on a Sunday outing. Only later when the sea calmed down a bit did we notice that he had cunningly designed and fitted a small but effective wave catcher to the front of his car and he was not wet at all! This became a subject of mutinous muttering as we wriggled and corkscrewed onwards across the channel in soaking wet clothes and seats. Our car was probably lying deeper in the water than Tim's with two people, additional equipment and a heavier engine and I guess it all adds up Trying to see through glasses doesn't improve when they get covered in salt water but it is fatal to try and wipe them as the salt simply smears. Before leaving, we had obtained a flying plastic goose decoy, christened him Percy and fixed him to a copper rod on the passenger side to act as a visible reminder to the world that the crossing was in aid of wildfowl. Adam did point out that it was actually an old lightening conductor rod we had used but it was OK by me as it was on his side. Percy goose was still smiling despite the rough handling. Reaching the first shipping lanes, wave chop had reduced to about 60cm (2 ft), with regular swells of twice this but it felt like a cruise compared to what had gone before. Our most immediate worry now was to get safely across the first shipping lane. The English Channel as the busiest shipping lane in the world has a mandatory two way system, ships traveling East to West on the English side and the reverse on the French. Those tankers, so slow when you look at them from the land, are actually traveling very fast indeed, amazingly giving us no more than 15 minutes from the time we first saw them until arrival. Two of them were unfortunately racing towards us, neck and neck and missing by no more than a hundred metres (yards) and providing a huge wash (at least for Adam and I). The wind began backing to the south contrary to all the weather forecasts meaning we were fortunately heading into the shelter of land as with mounting excitement, through the murk we could gradually discern low down on the water, a thin line - the French coast! The cars ploughed gamely on, corkscrewing through the choppy conditions, all temperatures in the green, fuel use lower than expected and automatic bilge pumps cycling every now and then as yet another bigger wave gave us the good news. Tim decided to gain another distinction and became the first amphibious car in history to get a rope caught around his front wheel in mid channel - you can't take him anywhere! The emergency-use-only tow rope fitted on the front, was torn loose by the waves and was now creating a little emergency of its own. It was not a good idea to let that to go through the propeller and we had to stop. Although successful in poling it free we lost another fifteen minutes of daylight and the experience dashed our hopes of Adam being able to hop across to refuel Tim's car whilst on the move. The experience proving beyond doubt that it was just too dangerous to bring the cars close together. If they had been, the horizontal fender lines which stick out from the side of each car would have been smashed to pieces as the cars reverse rolled, crashing down on each other from a combined height of well over 150 cm (five feet). Releasing the rope and another problem. A huge car ferry was now bearing down on us at full speed, seemingly miles off his normal route and way out of the shipping lanes. Our pilot radioed an emergency collision warning that we were in its direct path; to be immediately reassured that they were only coming to have a look at us doing the crossing, not to run us down. If dry land had been available, we would have been out like a flash. To be slowly circled by a gigantic predatory wall of steel at close quarters is a very humbling experience. Soon we were approaching the French shipping lane and stopped to refuel Tim's car. He had a 10 gallon (50 litre) tank, whereas ours was twice that size. A brand new bought-for-the-purpose siphon pipe was thrown across to him but it would not fit as he had an anti-siphon device fitted - always problems. Fortunately a thinner pipe was located. This worked but lost us another twenty minutes to siphon just 20 litres (four gallons). On the move again in declining chop. The cars had handled everything really well but the short chop still meant that a moments inattention to steering made the cars drift off course as one corner of the car after another was lifted up or pitched down. Several times we cut across each other or the pilot boat whilst looking somewhere else. Cutting in front of the pilot boat did however enable Adam to get a good photograph of our astonished photographer Ben, hunched up on the foredeck in the freezing cold as the setting sun went behind clouds. At least we were partly warm with the heater blowing on our feet. This later caused us some funny looks with dry bottoms to our jeans but wet tops. The fast ebbing tide was now sweeping us away to the West. Unfortunately, as small boats have to cross the shipping lanes at ninety degrees by law, our wish to steer in a diagonal line for Calais was constantly frustrated, complicated further by having to turn to the West several times to pass port to port with oncoming high speed tankers on the French side. It would have been a shame to run one down. By now the land was creeping slowly closer but Calais had been steadily slipping from our eleven o'clock to our half past nine, despite our radio calls to ask the pilot if he was actually setting the course or just following us! The sea was now calmer with much reduced chop and occasional large swells. It gave us time to reflect on an exciting crossing with a wide verity of sea states but it really did feel like it was now time to get there. We were also very concerned over the fading light and at how far West we seemed to be from Calais, where friends and press were waiting. Adam raised the French courtesy flag. Percy was making friends as gannets flew low overhead and Adam demonstrated his ability to miss them all with the camera. No one had felt even the remotest sea sick and Tim still smiled and held his thumb up every now and then. Crossing a few hundred meters (yards) East of the deep channel approach buoy, almost over the line of the channel tunnel and just East of Sangatte, we approached land at last. Due to the fading light, the pilot asked if we wanted to drive up the beach and along the road to Calais. Unfortunately, when asked, he did not know the beach or even if there was a way off it! The sand dunes rising to the rear convinced us that even if we had not been still determined to get to Calais by sea, we were certainly not going to take the risk of getting stuck in soft sand on a beach with no way off. Hugging the shoreline, just a few hundred meters off in order to get out of the savage tidal flow we at last and for the first time on the crossing, turned directly for Calais with a tide reduced ground speed of only 3Km (2 mph) and Km (miles) still to run. Light was now fading badly, it was time to switch on the navigation and headlights and have some chocolate raisins. As we ground eternally onwards for Calais, we considered that we could have landed on the beach in about five hours and twenty minutes despite the stops. The press and Television crews had been in touch several times as they had hoped to cross by ferry to film us landing but we were just too far behind schedule and they had to give it a miss. We were announced as having arrived after six hours anyway - we wished! We were left remorselessly grinding on in the dark towards a place we had never been to and with no one to welcome us. Hoping we had done enough to publicise the nature reserve problems but feeling that perhaps we had failed without publicity of the final landing. Car ferries passed to our port side, looking like illuminated fairy castles and we could see a gathering number of people walking along the shore in the growing dark and cold. It took some time before we realised that the highly unusual sight of two amphibious cars with headlights on was providing them with a nice if somewhat cold evening stroll and entertainment as they easily kept abreast. In almost pitch darkness we finally crept around the end of the massive timber breakwater and into Calais harbour. Just visible were two people at the end of the breakwater, jumping up and down cheering - Rene and Katty still waiting for us despite the well overdue schedule and bitter cold. What can you say for friends like that? An absolutely fantastic sight unfolded as the brightly coloured shoreline reflections shone out across the water. Tired as we were, we could not help but grin at the pure novelty and wonder of it all. We had been advised to come out on the old hovercraft ramp just inside the breakwater and the pilot directed us to it. Lining both cars up for a multiple landing we went full speed for the ramp. It was just visible with an even darker line across it at water level - seaweed? Over the noise of the engines we heard shouting and could just make out Rene and Katty running hard along the top of the breakwater, throwing their arms about. We halted 20 metres (yards) from the shore. No one shouts like an experienced adventurer and here we had two. They must have been heard all over Calais! It seemed we had been heading not for an area covered by seaweed but actually the severed raw end of the old concrete slipway which, complete with underwater obstructions, would have torn the bottoms out of us. Not only that but there was no way out at the top either. So much for forward planning! Before setting off running again for the land end of the breakwater, Rene and Katty shouted to us to go back out of the harbour and they would see us on the beach. Back out of the harbour (was this trip never going to end?) and again rounding the breakwater, the beach just appeared black to us with a shining bit at the bottom. We headed in, the cars simply greasing themselves onto the beach as if it had been absolutely nothing. We had arrived. 7 hours and nine minutes. Two figures then appeared this time running down the beach, gasping "keep tight to the left and don't stop whatever you do". Twice the cars almost bogged down in the very soft sand but pulled clear again before running on like thoroughbreds - and so at last onto a firm concrete surface. Peace at last as the engines were switched off. Through the darkness we could just make out two figures, still running but this time back up the beach before arriving breathless. A heartfelt thank you Rene and Katty. Long may you keep fit! A really nice French crowd arrived, Katty took a photo and then gave us the bad news. They are all mad over there and drive on the other side of the road plus It was miles to the ferry terminal because the bridge was up! Tired, after dark and with no map was not the best time to consider this. Tim had driven on the continent many times before and was supposed to be our magic bullet for an occasion like this but he was in worse condition than us, having been kept in solitary confinement during the crossing and on the road hours longer than us. No problem, Rene and Katty would lead the way. With Percy enjoying the sites as he flew happily around the thousands of roundabouts that Calais seems to consist of we at last reached the ferry terminal. Our only problem was that we seemed to have lost Ben the photographer, who was due to join up with us. Finally just had to leave and to our relief managed to contact him in mid channel, he was about there too, going back with the boatman. Last minute worries as we entered the ferry terminal - an unexpected customs check of every vehicle was taking place and here we were, two soaking wet nuts in an unusual vehicle, loads of mess in the back and flying a plastic goose - it was going to be an even longer night! But no, a quick flash of the torch, a grin and "your Mates just ahead of you" and we were through. Greeted at Dover with a flat trailer tyre and no jack, the day and night ground on as in the bitter cold and still wet, we raided some road works for bricks, lifting the trailer onto them. Foot down time for home was greeted by freezing fog the whole way, and significant diversions - at least we knew it was England! We have been asked if we are going to record our crossing - where? Our view and that shared by many other people out there who 'have a go' for one reason or another, is that only one thing makes a record and that is to have done it! This was:
And most importantly - Percy, the world's only plastic goose ever to fly the English Channel following an amphibious car! |
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| Additional comments by Tim Dutton:- | |
| 1/ Although Doug got soaked quite a few times you will see from the pics that not
only did I not have side windows fitted but was wearing a Tee shirt - not a drop of water entered the car - and the reason? Our
prototype wave deflector fitted across the front of the bonnet, so successful that it is now fitted as standard. 2/ I used 15 gallons to cross and the only reason why I stopped mid Channel was to re-fuel as the car was built using the standard Suzuki 10 gallon fuel tank. Doug's Dutton was fitted with our 20 gallon tank and he only used ¾ of his fuel. |
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