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SPITZER SNAPS WOODS' WIN STREAK LAWNDAlE CYCLE 15324 HAWTHORNE BLVD. LAWNDALE, CAlIFORNIA 676-Ql6l (":") 51'2-1822 ••••••••••••••••••••••••••• FlltlOD All' Filters, Jad_ PI'ocI50 Fl'ancisc:o Caatoroll, Dri-slide, Ficlass ...... " seats, JobD Cooper " BtC JobD Boots. All Avallabl. Fru SlllPlI)N MOTORS 5475 sa F ltd. .... Los AlII Calif. !IOO39 ••••••••• ~l~~••••••••• : SlIfLL MOrOIS : .d... __• I '1:I1!!!D : I I I ~ ~I HODAKA : ---------_ ... _,-- L d 334' C.lltury Blvd. J •• oo " ".1...... 64 I IRIDIESTOIE [!] MI... SpItzer hal bfte IIaoctdoC 00 II. dDor lor _ FOR THE NAME OF YOUR NEAREST OEALER So. cal: McCulloch _ , . Inc. (213) 772·21. _ cal: Cout Mc:OaIIoch (405) UN 3-5520 ~i* 24 HR. SERVICfi _ . . . . -.: a.UM at CAL" (113) 44 422-1909 f.""- M. ~ .-.c:.Iol. . . . Rick Woods' Main Event winning streak at Orange County (Calif.) Speedway was finally broken last week by Honda-mounted Mike Spitzer. Mike got off to a fairly bad start but soon showed his riding ability on the new quarter-mile track. By lap three, Mike moved into second place and was in close contention with Woods. At the three-quarter mark, he had passed Rick and was in the lead. Woods, in hot pursuit, broke a chain and was forced to retire. Ri gILt behind Rick came Randy La,yne, also Honda-mounted, and last week's Trophy Dash winner. Eddie McGregor, was third. Rick had it a little better in the 250cc Trophy -: PART TWO 1 .... ...... .... II[TAU '..- .~ by Robert O. Fee .....,. • GIIUl NEVR-DULL Magic WaMng PDIsh NEVR DULL ,!Ia so EASy TO USE' IT REMOVES RUST. W LL NOT MARM FINEST FINISH _ NON .. e"A5IVE SAVES TIME SAVES WORK ~ $AVE!; MONEY 101 IU, IlLL. c.L1..0 . . . . Dllttnillor/D.al., Inqulrl.1 Invited YOU'LL ALWAYS SEE IT FIRST II CYClE 105 •fOI • 'IOTA'•OW • •A•• • OIA M01'O BETA ...... (2U) I3H1llO ·We iDstaIJ ~ release ell 2-lIImkes- CULYER CITY CYCLE CUTER • e--• • e • • • Dash by winning over Mike. This is tbe first time the full 250cc program has run on the quarter-mile track. Ron Jones, track owner, promises better lighting on the far west corner for this week's event. Ron Ta,ylor continued to dominate the 100cc class by winning both the Trophy Dash and the Main Event. Right behind Ron was last year's champion, Russ Robinson, second place in the Main. Russ hasn't been riding as consis tently thi s ye ar as Ron, which accounts for the lead which Taylor has gained in this class. Third place went to Gary Kearns from Fountain Valley. No 500' 8 Yet The 500cc class has DOt as yet gotten underwa,y. Most of the fellows with the 500cc machines have been waiting for the new quarter-mile track to be finisbed so they can run a complete program on it. The new quarter-mile surface is smooth and has good adhesion, so when the 500cc boys come out, it should offer the spectators and the riders an excellent program and a good course to ride on. The Orange County show starts every Wednesda,y evening at 8 p.m. and offers about 2% hours of excellent flattraek racing. (Results on pace 16) " 2,200 MILE!loyqo~ J".!~.~!~ooS t~f J~~ods!~E!~ .-'-. on _ _ tI.... lilt not until la" __ lid ... pus and .... t ItIck Wood.. 4th Day Saturday 40 miles After a standard breakfast of eggs in the cafeteria where we chatted with a group of hikers preparing to lea ve on a two-day trek, we left Glacier Point for a l.eisurely ride to the valley floor. This time we stopped to scranille over Sentinel Dome and enjoy all the viewpoints. Fay gasped in amazement and came to full attention as we cleared the 4200 ft.-long Wawona Tunnel and that fantastic view of Yosemite Valley popped into sight. After soaking it in for 20 minutes, we continued into the valley; stopping for views of El Capitan, the Cathedral Spires, the Plrk Chapel and that famous view of Half Dome from Sentinel Bridge. Traffic had been heavy all rrorning, but what was bumper to Dumper around the campgrounds near Camp Curry rivaled any evening rush on the Los Angeles freeways. Forty-five minutes was spent riding in, around and out of. each campground looking for an empty space. Finally, the third time in Camp 7, I asked a young lady if she knew of a vacancY - she didn't but her group was leaving immediately. We followed her and by sliPping past 3 cars, a truck and 2 campers managed to secure a berth for the night. We unloaded the box, setting out our sleeping bags and cookstove to reserve the table and remounted the El Capitan and back. We spent an hour at the village store and bake shop while a thunderstorm passed over, dumping a quick but soaking shower and providing some magniticent lightning displays. Riding up to Mirror Lake, we Plrked the big twin and walked a foot trail a short distance into the forest. People weren't quite so plentHul here after the rain and we saw a good size buck and several other deer. Chipmunks abounded everywhere and squirrels scampered back and forth from tree to tree. Back at the campground there was time for a short nap before Fay cooked our dinner of Prime Rib au Jus. Firefall Spectacular The evening activities at Camp Curry are many and include the stage entertainment in the amphitheatre that Fay and I took in. A mi xture of amateur and professional acts, the climax came when tbey turned off the lights for the fire fall. When the Camp Curry caller had finished his last call, ML-e-e-e-e-t the f-i-i-i-i-re f-a-a-a-a-a-al," the couple who had been singing on the stage started singing again. In the blackness, to the beautiful duet harmony of the Indian Love Call, the first embers came trickling off of the cliff 3000 feet overbead. The trickle swelled to a cascading, glowing, irridescent column of flowing fire and the n dwindled to floating specks that drifted downward like fireflies as the strains of the "Love Call- reached a crescerxlo and togetber the firefall and song ended. For the next 20 secorxls the awed silence was broken only by the mur- trees and a faraway car honking. The lights coming up brought us tack to reality - and then the explasion began• It really wasn't unlike tbe Hollywood Bowl. Several tbousand people poured out of Camp Curry's parking lot only to stop for cars trying to get into the campgrounds. The long line of autos, stopped for one intersection frequently backed up into the last crossroads. The view of this monumental exodus and king size traffic jam is just short of fantastic when looking down on it from Glacier Point. That's why Fa,y and I were walking band in hand back to our campsight. The wood smolte that smelled so delight~ul at the point was almost suffocatlng here in the valley. 5th Day SBDday 91' .Ues Deep sonorous snores from the· next door campsite only twenty feet awa,y from our sleeping bags woke us as tbe sun painted the mountaln peaks with its golden rays. By 6 a.m. we had completed our toilet, packed the cycle and were riding out of the campground to Camp Curry wbere we joined a short line of otber early risers for breakfast. Leaving Yosemite Valley via the Big Oak Flat road, we passed Tuolomne Grove of big trees and out of the park on Highwa,y 220. This exit is very narrow, twisty and in some places quite steep. On some grades we were descerxling one foot for every five feet traveled forward. Naturally low gear got a good workout but the brakes stayed cool and didn't fade. (C~ en .HIL)

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