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I met him at a vintage meet here in WV.
Even relaxing around the motorhome, he was an intense guy.
Took a few pics of him with a friend/racer from the past, Bob Shawley.
Well, I ran home, downloaded them into a copier, and printed out 2 copies on some picture grade paper.
Was back at the track in like 20 minutes.
You could see, both of them, friends from their prime that hadn't seen each other in 40 years, really appreciated it.
Later that afternoon, I see Dick standing on the side of the fence, on what was one of the faster sections of the Motocross track.
I kinda slink on up, and start a conversation, trying with all my might to not say something stupid.
But, hey, this is Dick Effin Man.
I could not believe it.
We go back and forth a bit, mainly about the bikes passing by.
Then, the rank amatuer slips out, when I say "They're sure carrying some speed aren't they?"
It's a vintage race for cripes sake, these old goats might be cracking 35mph at most.
Dick turns, looks me right in the eyes, with an expression of, I dunno, impatience, and a bit of distain maybe.
He didn't say it, but he gave that look of, "man, you don't know what speed is."
I guess a few pics only gets a guy so far lol!
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