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Mike Rowe
Do do do do do do do do do do Dumb. Hi, I'm Mike Rowe and I got nothing against celebrities. In fact, I just interviewed Rob Lowe and Jason Alexander and they were terrific. But usually I interview people you've never heard of. The plumber who makes 250 grand a year, the first responders who risk their lives to save complete and total strangers, and the mad scientists who are about to change the world with a better mousetrap. Those are the kinds of people I usually interview on the way I hear and you're officially invited to give it a listen. Wherever you listen to podcasts, it's better over here. After investing billions to light up our network, T Mobile is America's largest 5G network. Plus right now you can switch keep your phone and we'll pay it off up to $800. See how you can save on every plan versus Verizon and at and t@t mobile.com KeepAndSwitch up to four lines via virtual prepaid card. Allow 15 days qualifying unlock device credit service ported 90 plus days with device and eligible carrier and timely redemption required card has no cash access and expires in six months.
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Aaron Mahnke
Hey folks, Aaron here. One of my absolute favorite parts of this job is going on the road and doing the Lore Experience live on stage. It gives me a chance to share this ancient art of oral storytelling in the perfect setting, which is surrounded by hundreds of other story lovers all experiencing the tales at the same time in the same room. Trust me, there is nothing more magical than that, which is why I'm so excited for this fall, Lore is heading to eight cities in America for an evening of dark storytelling, and I want you to be there. Over the next couple of months, we'll be doing shows in Boston, Newark, Minneapolis, Milwaukee, San Francisco, and Seattle. And then in January, we're going to Nashville and Washington, dc. What is a live Lore show actually like? Well, I've gathered a collection of stories into my trusty leather bound book and I'll be sharing them with you from the stage start to finish. The evening runs for about an hour and a half and then after a short break, we'll do a meet and greet in the lobby where you can buy my books, take a photo, and let me deface some of your property with my signature. And during these shows, I'll be accompanied by Chad Lawson, who, aside from being my best friend and the perfect travel buddy, is the official Lore composer. Which means that as I tell you these stories, Chad will be right there sitting at the grand piano giving those stories a beautifully dark backdrop. Tickets have been on sale for a few weeks now, and seating is starting to become very limited. So I want to give you this gentle reminder that the shows are happening and that I would love to see you there. Get your tickets now over@lorepodcast.com live. Come experience Dark historical storytelling the way it was meant to be, in person, alongside a bunch of others who have the same love for it that you do. That's lorepodcast.com live. And now, on with the show. People are people, as they say, and there are some things that are universally simple, no matter where or when we live. If you need proof, look no further than this classic story of a teenager arguing with his dad about borrowing the car. Familiar territory right? Now, when I say classic, I really mean classical, because this myth happens to be from ancient Greece. And while the car wasn't a car exactly, but a chariot, as the tale goes, young Phaeton paid a visit to his father, Helios, and begged to borrow the chariot, which, if we know anything from Ferris Bueller's Day off, was an uphill battle from the start. To make his chances worse, though, this was no ordinary chariot. No Helios ride happened to be responsible for dragging the sun across the sky every morning. It was a delicate task, to say the least. If it flew too high, the Earth would freeze. If it flew too low, the earth would burst into flames. Serious stakes, I know. So it's no surprise that Helios was more than a tad bit hesitant to hand off the literal reins. Phaeton wouldn't give up, though, and eventually his dad relented, which might not have been a great call, because as soon as Phaeton climbed into that chariot, he lost control completely. The horses freaked out, the chariot flew too low, and Africa was scorched, which, according to the myth, is apparently what caused the Sahara Desert. Zeus, seeing this absolute disaster from on high, threw a thunderbolt at poor Phaeton, who plummeted to his death far below. Phaeton's fated chariot ride is synonymous with vehicular disaster. Which makes it all the more ironic that everything from 19th century carriages to 20th century automobiles have been named after it as a Phaeton came to refer to open bodied carriages or touring cars. Heck, in 2002, Volkswagen even decided to release a luxury car called the Volkswagen Phaeton. It's clear that ever since humans invented the wheel, we've lived our lives in tandem with vehicles. And sometimes those vehicles drive us to terrifying places that we were never meant to go. I'm Erin Manke and this is lore, there really is a demon for everything. In Japan they have the Oboragurama, a transparent ox cart with a giant grotesque face. In Jewish mythology, there is the agrat bat Malat, who floats in an airborne chariot and dances on rooftops. And yes, even in Phaeton's own culture, there was a transportation based demon. The ancient Greek Taraxippus. It may sound like an adorable tarantula octopus hybrid out of a sci fi original movie, but the Taraxippus, which translates to horse disturber, was actually a kind of ghost. Believed to be the spirits of those killed by or connected to horses. They were known to haunt racetracks where they would lie in wait to reach out and terrify racehorses. As a result, the animals would rear up and cause their rickety two wheeled chariots to crash, killing the charioteers. And nowhere in Greece was more plagued by the Taraxippus than Greece's premier racing arena, the Hippodrome at Olympia. Some believe the Taraxippus haunting the Hippodrome was the spirit of a dead giant. Others claim that it was the ghost of Hercules friend Damon, who was buried on that same land beside his own beloved horse. One legendary race within the Hippodrome was said to have produced multiple Taraxipoi. A king named Onomaus had a beautiful daughter named Hippodamia, who had no shortage of suitors. Skeptical of this ogling gaggle of men, Oenomaus challenged the suitors to, you guessed it, a chariot race. Whoever beat him could marry his daughter. But if they lost, well, their head would end up on a post. Many suitors tried and many suitors failed. One of these men was said to transform into a Taraxippus after he was executed. But little did Oenomaus know, not everyone was playing fairly. One suitor, a guy named Pelops, bribed Oenomaus charioteer Myrtillos to switch the metal linchpins on the king's wheels for flimsy wax ones, ultimately killing Oenomaus right there on the racetrack. After that, Myrtilos earned a new nickname for his act of equine sabotage. He became known as the Taraxippus. Of course, transportation has come a long way since the ancient Greeks. And as technology evolved, so did the hauntings. Chariots gave way to horse drawn carriages and a new sweep of superstitions arrived. Take the story of Lady Howard of Tavistock, a wealthy woman from Devon, England, accused of murdering not one, but four husbands. In Lady Howard's Defense. This almost certainly wasn't true. But hey, folklore doesn't care about the facts, does it? And so, after Lady Howard retired to her childhood home, Fitzhouse, and shortly after passed away, those rumors only grew. Legend has it people have seen the gates of Fitzhouse burst open, revealing a giant black dog with red glowing eyes. The dog emerges, followed by a horse drawn carriage made entirely out of the dead husband's bones. A headless coachman holds the reins while the phantom Lady Howard rides in back. And then the ghastly procession performs a mysterious ceremony. The carriage makes its way all the way from Fitzhouse to Okehampton Castle. And when it arrives, the dog steps forward and picks up a single blade of grass. Then the procession returns home. This is Lady Howard's punishment, you see. It's said that she will not be permitted to rest until the final blade of grass is gone. After the carriage came the railroad. And suddenly, phantom trains were chugging across America. One fan favorite is the legend of Abraham Lincoln's phantom funeral train. Witnesses have seen a ghostly locomotive draped in black cloth moving silently along the tracks on the very same route a train once carried the fallen president' body. And then there's the terrifying silver arrow in Stockholm. In 1965, the Stockholm metro added eight unpainted aluminum train cars to their fleet. Usually, the cars would have been painted green, but in an attempt to cut costs, they left these ones an eerie, moonlike silver. Soon, stories began to spread. It was said that anyone who boarded one of these rare silver cars would never be seen again. Other reports claim that the silver train only stopped once, a year after midnight, and that the passengers seen through the windows wore vacant expressions and appeared to be halfway between living and dead. And although these stories may have been more powerful than a locomotive, the trains remained in Service until the mid-1990s. Now, sure, chariots, carriages and trains all feel like old machines from a bygone age. Exactly the sort of places we would expect to be haunted. But then again in the 20th century, a hot new invention would bring the horror right to the present world. Welcome to the ghost car. When Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow first met In January of 1930, they were just kids. Bonnie was 19, Clyde was 20. But it was love at first sight. And in four years, they would both be dead. Famed criminals Bonnie and Clyde are American legends today, but they were once real young people dealing with the real economic collapse of the Great Depression. Now, I can't exactly condone how they handled that, but it did cement their names in history. In 1930, two Bonnie and Clyde embarked on a two year crime spree spanning Texas and parts of the Midwest. While today they're mostly known as bank robbers, in reality, the Barrow Gang, as the duo and their comrades were called, mostly stole cars and robbed small gas stations and grocery stores. Sometimes they barely made off with more than five or ten dollars per holdup. And yet, just because the money was small didn't mean the crimes were. In the midst of their two year crime run, the Barrow gang murdered at least 12 people, including a number of police officers. And so, when law enforcement finally cornered their car along Highway 154 in Louisiana, they didn't go easy on them. Before Bonnie and Clyde even had a chance to raise their guns, the police had fired more than a hundred rounds into their car, leaving them riddled with over 50 bullets each. It was official. The ballad of Bonnie and Clyde was over. But the story of the Ford V8 automobile where they died, well, that tale had only just begun. First, the public swarmed the ruined car, Bonnie and Clyde's corpses still inside. Mind you, the crowd tried to tear off pieces of their hair and their clothing. Trying to snag a macabre souvenir. Whatever happened to magnets and shot glasses, right? Once the scene had been tidied up, a federal judge returned the stolen car to its owner, who then turned around and sold it to an anti crime lecturer named Charles Stanley. Well, anti crime lecturer and sideshow barker, that is. Stanley, you see, dragged the death car, as he called it, from fairground to fairground all across America as a sideshow attraction. But not alone. No, he brought Bonnie and Clyde's grieving mothers along for the ride. Today the car is on display in the town of Prim, Nevada at Whiskey Pete's Hotel and Casino. Go ahead, pay it a visit. You can even see Clyde's bloody bullet torn shirt while you're there. But be warned, people have reported an eerie feeling of uneasiness in the car's presence. And honestly, who can blame them? Of course, we can't talk about car deaths without mentioning the most famous of all. The assassination of jfk. There is plenty of debate around exactly who shot the President. But one thing is for certain, the identity of the car he died in. It was a 1961 Lincoln 74, a convertible with a codename SSX100. And it had been tricked out specifically for use as a presidential vehicle. There were added radio telephones, a fire extinguisher, a siren, retractable standing platforms for the Secret Service and more. But despite all its bells and whistles. When that fateful shot rang out, the Lincolns fine leather seats found themselves drenched in blood and brain matter. Now this clearly wasn't the kind of car they could just replace on a dime. In fact, it was so elaborate, it would have taken four years to design and build a new one. Meanwhile, the new President, Lyndon B. Johnson, was going to need a set of wheels. And so the White House simply decided to keep using the JFK death car. That's right. In a project dubbed the Quick Fix, the White House had the car stripped, scrubbed clean and popped right back on the road. Now, I don't know about you, but if I was lbj, I'd be a little squeamish about climbing in for a joyride. But shockingly, he did. Not only that, the car remained in service for another eight years, finally ending up at the Henry Ford Museum, where it's still on display to this day. And I think it's a surprise to no one that the car is said to be haunted. According to museum staff, a figure dressed in gray manifests beside the Lincoln. Apparently, it only appears in November, the very month of JFK's death. But it's not just the man in gray who is seen. No, some say they have seen the President himself sitting in the front passenger seat taking one final eternal ride. Now, JFK's death may have been the most famous, but there's one execution on wheels that rattled the world more than any other before or since, and that is the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand. You probably know all too well what happened after 19 year old Gavrilo Princip shot the Archduke and his wife Sophie on June 28th of 1914, that is that it started World War I. But what you may not know is what became of the car in which he died. And to be honest, with all the rumors that emerged, it is difficult to separate fact from fiction. In the years following the war, countless horror stories emerged. In some, it was said that the car stayed in commission, but was forever cursed. These urban legends claim that a whopping 13 people died in the car in the years after the assassination, including a doctor, a farmer, a race car driver and an entire wedding party, just to name a few. A story insisted that the Governor of Yugoslavia himself bought the car and an accident shortly thereafter ripped off his right arm. Strangest of all though, may have been the car's license plates. According to the stories, the plate read a 11-11-18. And if that sounds familiar, it's because November 11th of 1918 was the day that World War I ended 1111. The trouble is, though, that Yugoslavia didn't even have a governor back then. It turns out that as exciting as the cursed car sounds, none of these stories were actually true. Well, none of them, except for one. You see, the thing about the license plate, that part is 100% real. Oh, and by the way, the model of that car just happened to be a 1910 made by a company called Graf and Stiff. The model name, the Double Phaeton. It was a beautiful September day. Those are easy to find in California. Of course, on this particular day, the air was a balmy 83 degrees and the skies were fairly. And as the two men drove north, they were in good spirits. So good, in fact, that they even stopped midway through for a slice of apple pie at Tip's Diner in Santa Clarita Valley. They'd been driving for a while and had a while more to go. But only a glance out that diner window reminded them that it was all worth it. Because there she was, that gleaming silver Porsche 550 Spider, so new that the engine wasn't even broken in yet. It must have glinted like a diamond in that SoCal sunlight. And once the car made it to Salinas for the epic road race being held the next day, well, there would be nothing better. Yes, this was going to be a good day. An hour later, the men were back on the road. They drove more cautiously than they had earlier in the afternoon. After all, they'd been stopped for going 65 in a 55 zone a couple of hours back and weren't eager to repeat the affair. But as it turned out, none of that caution would matter. As the Porsche passed through an intersection where Highway 46 met Highway 41, another car whipped around the corner. The two vehicles collided head on, and in a terrible kaleidoscope of shattered glass and crumpled metal, the tiny Porsche spun into the air. It landed with a sickening crunch, although whether that came from the car itself or the driver's snappy neck is hard to say. One thing, though, is certain. In that single fateful moment, history changed forever. A beloved young actor named James Dean was dead. James Byron Dean was born on February 8th of 1931. And although he's remembered as one of the most legendary actors in history, he actually grew up as a regular Indiana kid. Even so, he was talented from the start, and not just in acting. James played the violin. He tap danced, sculpted, pole vaulted and more. And while his love for theater would ultimately push him toward a Hollywood life, there was another passion entirely that would lead to his Death. James Dean, you see, loved to race. It started with motorcycles back when he was still in high school, and then cars. And after moving to California to start his acting career, James finally received his first film check from his big break role starring in east of Eden. And what do you think that he used that cash for? That's right, a race car. A red convertible and also a motorcycle. And that was that. From 1955 onward, he began competing in road races. East of Eden was quickly followed up by Rebel Without a Cause that same year, and then Giant a year later in 1956. And audiences loved him. In a few short months, this Indiana boy had gone from being a complete unknown to a movie star. Yet at the time, he never stopped racing, which, let's just say now, the studios weren't too crazy about that. After all, racing was a dangerous sport, and to make a movie, you kind of need your lead actor to be, well, alive. So during Giant, the studio contractually banned him from racing. Now, it may have slowed him down, but nothing would stop James Dean from getting behind the wheel of a fast car. As soon as he wrapped up his scenes for Giant, he traded the red convertible for that Porsche 550 Spider, one of the fastest cars in the world. He nicknamed it the Little Bastard. It would be the last car that he would ever drive. I can only imagine his excitement as he drove the little bastard out of the lot that first day. The car was bright and sleek, almost extraterrestrial in its metallic glow. It was a pretty little thing, and it was so low to the ground that you could swing a baseball bat at it and not hit it. And the timing couldn't be better. In only 10 days, the Salinas road race would commence, and James Dean had every intention of being there. Not everyone was as giddy about the purchase, though. The sports car looked sinister to me, wrote actor Alec Guinness, or as you may know him, Obi Wan Kenobi. I heard myself saying in a voice I could hardly recognize as my own, please never get in it. If you get in that car, you will be found dead in it by this time next week. Dean laughed it off, of course. Little did he know his friend's prophecy would come true. And, well, you know the rest. The long drive toward the race, joined by his mechanic, Rolf Witherich. The collision. The Porsche flying through the air. That haunting crunch. Witherich and the other drivers survived. But for the young rebel, James Dean, that tragic moment froze him at 24, forever. Now, Dean's life may have ended there, but that doesn't mean the story did. Far from it. Because in the years to come, the Little Bastard would become much more than just a car. Soon, it would become a myth. Now the tales are varied. Some carry seeds of truth. Others seem spun from the American imagination alone. A land of ghosts and dust devils and lonely stretches of highway. But no matter the origin, all the stories share the same claim. The Little Bastard, they say, is cursed. In one legend of the Little Bastard's life after death, one of Dean's racing buddies, a guy named William Esrich, hunted the wrecked car down in a scrapyard in Burbank. Then, like a cross between speed racer and Dr. Frankenstein, he raided the Little Bastard for parts. The engine he placed into his own Lotus 9 race car. The transmission and suspension parts went to his friend, Troy Lee McHenry. And less than a year later, both Esrich and McHenry drove their souped up cars in the 1956 Pomona road races. And both of them crashed. Esrich was injured. Mchenry was killed. Then there's the tales of auto customizer George Barris. The same guy who designed the original Adam West Batmobile, by the way. Barris claimed to have bought the car from Dean's family. A purchase, it seems that he would live to regret. First, thieves broke into Barris shop and tried to steal parts, but were horribly injured in the process. Then Barris lent the car to the California Highway Patrol to take on a road safety lecture tour. While Highway Patrol was storing it in Fresno, it spontaneously burst into flames, yet emerged mysteriously unscathed. Later, at a display at a Sacramento high school. It was said to have fallen and broken a student's hip. But the disaster didn't stop there. At one point, a truck carrying the car lost control. The driver fell out and the Porsche fell off the back, crushing the driver to death. Yes, according to the tales, tragedy followed the spider wherever it went. But this story doesn't end in exorcism or scrapyards. No, when the tour was done, the car simply vanished. In fact, it apparently disappeared out of a sealed boxcar with no signs of a break in. The Little Bastard was never seen again. In our modern world, cars are our companions. They carry us through life. They join us on adventures and explorations. You could say it's like the bond shared between a cowboy and his favorite horse. Except, well, blood and bone has given way to oil, steel and, of course, speed. And all those additions, they have proven to be deadly. According to a report released by the Washington Post, in the years between 2000 and 2017, more Americans died in car accidents than were killed in both world wars combined. And if we know anything about folklore, it's that wherever there is senseless death, people become desperate for a story, an explanation, anything to give meaning and reason behind a horror devoid of both. It's hard to say how many of the little bastard's legends are true. The facts cannot be easily separated from the stories. For example, Troy Lee McHenry did indeed die at the races that day. But was that because of a curse or merely a tragic accident in an all too dangerous sport? And the thing that makes James Dean's death all the more tragic is that it wasn't actually his love for racing that killed him. No, he wasn't even on the track. He wasn't being reckless. He was merely driving down the road like any civilian. It was the other driver, a man with the unfortunate name of Donald Turnupseed, who was at fault. And I can't help but wonder if Dean knew that this would be his end. Not on the racetrack, but on the road, cut down by a careless driver. You see, just one month before his death, James Dean did a promotional interview for his final film Giant. The interviewer, knowing Dean's penchant for cars, plied him with questions about speed and road safety. And although the interview is casual, Dean's replies are hauntingly foreshadowing. I'll take my chances any day on the track than on the highway, he said, noting that unlike casual drivers, everyone on the track was a trained professional. And then finally, just before parting ways, the interviewer asked, do you have any special advice for the young people who drive? And as it turns out, James Dean did. Take it easy driving, he said with a smirk. The life you save might be mine. Chariots and wagons, trains and cars. The stories of our beloved vehicles have entertained us for a very long time. But while earthly ghost vehicles are one thing, I have one last story that takes all that horror to the skies. Stick around through this brief sponsor break to hear all about it. This show is sponsored by BetterHelp. What scares you? Go ahead and conjure an answer to that in your head. Whether it's a big fear or a small one, it's a relevant question to ask, considering how we're quickly sliding into the Halloween season. Of course, Halloween lets us have fun with the things that frighten us. But what about the fears that don't involve vampires and ghosts? Well, thankfully, therapy is a great tool for facing our fears and finding new ways to overcome them. I know how important and helpful therapy can be when it comes to processing fears and struggles, it's not just for those who have experienced major trauma. It can actually empower you to be the best version of yourself. 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See Mint Mobile for details. It's considered bad form to read another person's diary. The rules might change though, when the diary is in the pocket of a corpse. Sunday, April 4, 1943 the Journal read things pretty well mixed up. Got lost. Returning out of gas. Jumped. Monday, April 5th started walking. A few rations, half canteen of water, one capful per day. Thursday, April 8th everybody now very weak. Lamotte eyes are gone. Friday 9 all want to die. Very little water. Sunday 11 still waiting. Eyes bad. Could make it if we had water. Just enough left to put our tongue to have hope for help very soon. And finally, one Last brief entry. Monday 11 no help yet. Cold night. These chilling excerpts come from an actual diary found deep in the Libyan desert. It was found on the body of World War II co pilot Robert Toner. His remains, along with four of his fellow crew members, were found over 100 miles from the newly discovered crash site of a B24D World War II bomber plane. And with that, one of the war's greatest mysteries was the disappearance of the lady be good. On April 4th of 1943, two waves of bombers took off from the AAF base in Soluk, Libya, heading for an attack against axis facilities in Italy. 25 planes left, 24 returned. But that final plane, it wasn't shot down by enemy fire or captured by the Axis powers. No, the Lady B. Goode and her nine man crew simply vanished. No wreckage, no bodies, just gone. Eventually, the war ended. Soldiers returned home to their families. The world began to heal and move on. But still, no matter how many rescue teams were sent and how many theories posited the Lady B. Goode was still missing. The truth would emerge 15 years later. On November 9th of 1958, a group of oil men working for BP came across a haunting discovery. It was a plane and it seemed to have been frozen in time. Although broken into two pieces, the rest of it was pristine. The machine guns and the radio still worked. There was food and water on board, and even a drinkable thermos of tea. And yet one thing was frighteningly absent, that is, the crew. Later, a further search of the area revealed an old path headed northwest. And along that path, pieces of equipment were strewn like breadcrumbs from a terrible fairy tale. Canteens, parachute straps, flashlights and flight jackets. Until at last, the trail led searchers to a grisly scene. Five long dead bodies clustered together and another two 20 miles ahead, seemingly journeying for help. And then, of course, there was the journal. Piece by piece, the grisly story came together. How all but one of the men had survived the crash and walked out into the desert in search of rescue. How slowly they ran out of water, grew weak in the searing heat, lost their strength, their vision, and at last, their will to live. Until finally the men had perished, having never found their way out. On March 7th of 1960, Life magazine published an article about the Lady B. Goode and her crew. And at last, America learned what had become of their missing men. The wreckage was hauled back to civilization and the parts were salvaged to be reused in other aircraft, which, if we've learned anything from the little bastard, might not have been a great idea. Three planes were constructed using parts from the Lady B. Goode. All of them met with disaster. The luckiest survived the curse, but only after an emergency landing. Then the C47 plane that had adopted the Lady B. Goode's radio receiver had to be abandoned in a crash over the Mediterranean. And lastly, There was the US Army Otter plane and its 10 person crew, which, not unlike the ghostly wreck itself, vanished without a trace over the sea. Neither the ship nor its men were ever seen again. One of the only scraps to be recovered was an armrest. An armrest that had once belonged to the Lady B. Goode. Today, the remaining parts of the Lady B. Good are scattered across the globe. Some remain in Libya. Others are on display at the Army Quartermaster Museum at Fort Lee, Virginia. And like that first discovered crash site, all the gear is in eerily good condition. One of the crew's wristwatches, they say, still keeps the time. And time isn't the only thing this equipment has held onto. If the legends are to be believed, the remains have also held tight to the crew members. Ghosts. Reports of phantom airmen have been reported at the museum. Objects have moved without being touched. Folks have heard disembodied voices, and one janitor even claimed that a ghost actually punched him. It seems like in the afterlife, the Lady Be Good turned out to be a little bit bad. This episode of Lore was produced by me, Aaron Manke and was written by Jenna Rose Nethercott with research by Alexandra Steed and music by Chad Lawson don't like hearing the ads? I have a solution for you. 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