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one of the first races I went to was with a shop owner who would later sponsor me. my friend and i sat between two bikes in the back of a 1961 ranchero from grover city calif out to la panza for a new years day "feed" and race. A man from Paso Robles named Joe Brown was what I would have called the best racer I have ever been on a course with up until then, pretty much ran away with everything. (Joe didnt race again until after marine basic which he was leaving for as they loaded his bike as I recall). Anyway, McCall and I sat in the back, temps were about 35 over the cuesta grade and we were stiff as boards when we got there. Amazing thing was I couldnt wait to do it again. jan 1 1967.