From the 1997 book The Great Kettles pages 20-21.

With a loud bang and a burst of steam, the contraption reluctantly shuddered to life. Father Time gripped the controls as the machine rumbled along the dirt road. Faster and faster, ticking and wheezing it went, throwing a plume of dust behind. Suddenly, all went quiet, and the strange craft lifted into the sky. The time machine was off on her maiden flight - into the past. - Dean Morrissey