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StyrbjornSterki wrote:Back in the late 70s, there was a pro motocrosser named Bob 'Hurricane' Hannah, who was setting the world on fire. Took his first of three US championships at age 19. I once read a story he'd written about a particular day when he'd gone out into the SoCal desert, to his remote and 'secret' test area, for a training ride. Before heading out on his tricked-out works Yamaha, he stopped by a small desert shop and eat-in to stock up on cheesy comestibles and fizzy drink before starting his day's work.
Also in the luncheon area was some grizzled old dinosaur wearing well-worn, old-fashioned leather mx riding kit (as opposed to the Hurricane's SOTA nylon garb) and having a sarnie and a Coke. Bob sussed him out and decided he must be the rider of the decrepit old Bultaco mx-er he'd passed leaned up against the front of the building as he entered, so he thought to follow the old codger when he left out, just to take a bit of the pizz out of him.
Or at least that was the plan. Before the Hurricane could overtake him, the old man heard him coming and twisted the tail on his antique motorbike, and he was suddenly "gone with the wind." Hannah pursued until nearly out of petrol, but he never was able to overtake him.
Back at the desert store, gobsmacked, Bob asked the clerk who the rider of the old Bultaco might have been.
"He's that movie actor fella. Comes in here all the time. McQueen, I think he is."
"Yeah, he's the one."
And as if being outpaced by a rat bike wasn't insult enough, McQueen outweighed the Hurricane by a good 25 years.
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