rve held off Skip (Aksla nd) , but the
I e ~t went out from under me in
ie left- ha nd sweeper coming out of
e infield and - well , it su re is a
niimer."
.
1 had traveled out to On-tario that
lI ~of '75 with Singleton and helped
m both eat up all the miles between
eorgia and California plus helped
rn ' consume 7 -ounce cans of Coors
rat seem ed to be coming from an
ldl esSsupply.
Nowhe re else can two people get to
OW each other as quickly as traveling
ross the country, headed for a race,
After hours of d iscussing it, Dale
nall~ragreed with me that we should
III it a night in Williams, Arizona ,
nd take a sidetrip to the Grand
an yon . " Ma ngus. I wa nt to get to
nt ario. I don 't car" abou t tha t ' big
ditc h," Sing leto n argued . I won a nd
we stopped. Bu t the nex t mo rning
Dale's desire to get to Ontario won out
and we scheduled the Grand Canyon
excursion for our return trip. It didn't
matter that we'd be in Ontario two
days befor e sign- up. All Dale was
th ink ing about was the race,
Getting to Ontario early was a
mistake as the area was socked in with
the worst smog we Easterners had ever
seen , Dale was sick within a day of our
arri val. Other than going out to the
tr ack to practice and race (he fin ished
16th, top Junior in the 250cc Expert/
Junior race), Singleton never left our
motel room.
" Mangus, I'm dyin', 1 know I'm
dyin'. Take me home," was his plea
eac h nigh t when I'd return to the room
after the usual race tim e pa rtying.
Sunday night o(the Ontario week end, Junior rider #44 was not only sick
from the smog or whatever, b ut also
one thoroughly road-rashed young
man . Swa thed in blood oozing bandages, he stayed in the room while his
spo nsor. Taylor White, and 1 partied.
The ride back to Georgia was lowkey. Very low- key. "I know I'm a winner . But d am n . 1 ca n't believe every·
th ing that's happened to me
