After a mostly humiliating career as a motorcycle racer, I suddenly 'broke out' one night in 1973 and won a heat race, then won my semi-final. I lined up for the feature race with the top guy in America (with his fancy factory-equipped racer) and me riding a 100% stock 'off the showroom floor' bike. I led the race until I ran outta gas on the last lap. I continued to race for years afterwards, but never could dominate like that one night. It was a sort of Cinderella story.
This post was edited by B.H.Wilson at March 22, 2020 8:03 AM MDT