Doc Batsleer and more than 400 others raced their old motorcycles in the Barber Vintage Festival in October. A couple of road racing newbies were overwhelmed by the scene. From the January 2009 issue of Road Racing World magazine.
The Sail La Vie was heeled over so far to port that I was standing upright on the side of the boat, grasping the big steering wheel as much to stay aboard the thrusting 31-footer as to hold it, with most of my might, at due north. It was a few minutes after midnight on Tuesday, July 22, the third night of the Race to Mackinac. • It was also the 100th running of the race – my first time in any sailing race, and only my second stint on a sailing crew of any kind. • As the rain began to pelt down, and the wind, unbelievably, continued to increase, death didn’t cross my mind, but only because death was an answer, and I only had time for one question: “How did I get here?”
author thought he’d escaped his father’s feverish, sentimental, problematic fascination with old cars. Then how is it that he found himself driving
a 1970 International Harvester Scout—and towing a 1964 behind—from
Albuquerque, New Mexico to Chicago?