But, Josh Martin risked his life by taking this photo from the middle of the road on our return.
|Paige Mazurek, yours truly, and Bill Burke with our Horizontals on the way back from the IMOC rally|
Sat. morning was foggy, but fairly warm. Rich Hosley was #80, I was 81 and Phyllis 82, with the highest number being 89, I think.
|Before the start Sat. morn. Ken Richardson photo|
|Rich Hosley's Ossa Wildfire with my brother 175 Bridgstone H.S behind it at the first checkpoint.|
|A Honda C110, one of the few 50cc bikes in the Giro. Eli is wearing a Swedish Army jumpsuit.|
After lunch, Phyllis and I took off together and, after some miles, we are going down a fairly steep hill with a fairly sharp left turn just before a stop sign at a crossroad. I crossed and started up the hill on the other side when I notice Phyllis isn't behind me. I stopped and waited a minute, then turned around and went back. There's a pickup stopped and someone waving frantically at me. Phyllis has crashed and is off the side of the road. A bunch of Giroist stop as she's getting up. Her face is bloody despite having a full coverage Arai Corsair helmet on because evidently she scooped up a bunch of rocks in it as she crashed. She was a bit dingy and confused. We dragged the bike up the bank and called Amy in the Sweep Car. Amy was taking a dead bike back to the hotel and would be a half hour before she got there and another hour before she could get to us. The fellow with the pickup truck, a Harley rider, volunteered to take Phyllis and the bike back to the hotel. So we humped the bike up into the bed and cinched it down. By this time I was assured that she was beat up, but basically alright, so I carried on with the route. Serious fun.
As promised, it was still raining Sun. morning and a lot of lightweights packed up and went home. But, as the last bikes were leaving the morning agility test, it stop raining. The day just got nicer and nicer. The route was better Sunday, also, with more turns, tighter roads, and more dirt roads. Mark Young on his 250 Ducati Scrambler, followed me much of the morning. Late in the morning, I missed a turn, but Mark didn't. I went about a mile before I realized what I had done and did a U-turn. Now, I was following Mark. The route went on a long dirt road. My bike started backfiring again on the overrun. I figured that nut had loosened and I'd deal with it at lunch as that was not far away at the Worlds Fair, N. Waterford, Me.
When I got there, I discovered that the hanger bracket had broken on the muffler, undoubtedly from being stressed the day before when the exhaust was flopping around, and the muffler had dragged along the dirt road, ripping the fishtail off. If I hadn't missed that turn, Mark would have seen this and been able to stop me. Alas. I wired the hell out of it and tightened up the header nuts and it was quiet, if ugly for the afternoon. After we got back to the hotel and punched in and before the awards presentation, I got my bi-annual haircut on the solstice (4:44p). Long time volunteer Barb Wood's son, Mike, was doing the Giro for the first time. He's a professional barber and he volunteered to do the cut. So, I had my first professional haircut since 15 April, 1970, the day I got out of the Army, in front of the assembled crew. Ken Richardson documented this, and has a bunch of other great photos from the weekend at his blog: http://www.kenrichardsonphoto.com/d445ea8b9c7424ded97e
Geoff Boughton put together a nice, short video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5NJGYM950s
Some other nice bikes from the event:
|A Zundapp Super Sabre|
|A Second Ossa Wildfire|
|Mitch Fraizer's 175 CZ, like my brother's, but earlier|
|A nice Bultaco Metralla|
|I think the only bike there that would have be eligible for the original Giro d'Italia, a '56(?) 175 Gilera|