Chapter 26, Heading to Marion, Indiana for the National Miniature TT Championship, part 5 of 5
From the Autobiography of Armando Magri
Week Two: Nothing much happened during the week prior to the Wisconsin race. I stayed with Ozzie in Chicago, and he showed me all around the city. We visited the factory in Milwaukee one day. We got to see my bike being overhauled. It was a great day.
Come race day, the whole event was postponed due to a storm. There was nothing left to do but ride back to
Sacramento.
Oz decided he wanted to ride back to Sacramento with me. Things went great until somewhere in Iowa. Oz asked if I could adjust his carburetor, so we switched bikes in order for me to diagnose his problem. We hadn’t gone a few miles when I had to turn his gas reserve on, so I pulled into the next gas station.
Oz kept right on going, just like in Indiana, except now he was on my bike.
When I came to the next small town, I expected to see him. I asked a gas attendant at the only gas station in town if he had seen a man on a Harley with a checkered windshield. He said “Yeah, one like that went by a little while ago.” A few miles out of town I saw my Harley, parked along the side of the road, near an overpass. “Oz, where the hell are you?” I hollered.
“I’m up here, Mag, taking a crap!” Once he came down I said, “I’m taking my bike and heading home. If you can keep up, fine. If not, I’ll see you in Sacramento.”
I must have averaged 80 mph the rest of the way home. The bike ran great, of course, because of the factory overhaul.
In Reno, I was worried about the tires, so I found a used one at the Harley dealership. It was essentially bald, but I figured it would get me back to Sacramento. Cruising over 90 mph up to Donner Summit, I stopped to check the tire and it had worn through two plies. So, I nursed it down the mountain doing about 50.
Ozzie pulled in to Sacramento 24 hours after me. “Hi Mag, how ya doing?” He never got it that I was mad, so what the hell? That night we went to Alameda together and, with that rebuilt engine, I took 2nd at the TT at Neptune Beach, in Alameda. Sam Arena won.
Armando Magri visiting with relatives In Chicago, 1938.jpg
Armando Magri visiting with relatives In Chicago, 1938
Somewhere in Iowa, Armando retrieves his motorcycle while his cousin Oz is taking a crap 1938.jpg
Somewhere in Iowa, Armando retrieves his motorcycle while his cousin Oz is "taking a crap"
TT race at Neptune Beach in Alameda, California. Sam Arena won, Armando Magri took second..jpg
TT race at Neptune Beach in Alameda, California. Sam Arena won, Armando Magri took second.
Armando Magri, 2nd place at the Friday night races at Neptune Beach in Alemeda, California, 1938..jpg
Armando Magri, 2nd place at the Friday night races at Neptune Beach in Alemeda, California
From the Autobiography of Armando Magri
Week Two: Nothing much happened during the week prior to the Wisconsin race. I stayed with Ozzie in Chicago, and he showed me all around the city. We visited the factory in Milwaukee one day. We got to see my bike being overhauled. It was a great day.
Come race day, the whole event was postponed due to a storm. There was nothing left to do but ride back to
Sacramento.
Oz decided he wanted to ride back to Sacramento with me. Things went great until somewhere in Iowa. Oz asked if I could adjust his carburetor, so we switched bikes in order for me to diagnose his problem. We hadn’t gone a few miles when I had to turn his gas reserve on, so I pulled into the next gas station.
Oz kept right on going, just like in Indiana, except now he was on my bike.
When I came to the next small town, I expected to see him. I asked a gas attendant at the only gas station in town if he had seen a man on a Harley with a checkered windshield. He said “Yeah, one like that went by a little while ago.” A few miles out of town I saw my Harley, parked along the side of the road, near an overpass. “Oz, where the hell are you?” I hollered.
“I’m up here, Mag, taking a crap!” Once he came down I said, “I’m taking my bike and heading home. If you can keep up, fine. If not, I’ll see you in Sacramento.”
I must have averaged 80 mph the rest of the way home. The bike ran great, of course, because of the factory overhaul.
In Reno, I was worried about the tires, so I found a used one at the Harley dealership. It was essentially bald, but I figured it would get me back to Sacramento. Cruising over 90 mph up to Donner Summit, I stopped to check the tire and it had worn through two plies. So, I nursed it down the mountain doing about 50.
Ozzie pulled in to Sacramento 24 hours after me. “Hi Mag, how ya doing?” He never got it that I was mad, so what the hell? That night we went to Alameda together and, with that rebuilt engine, I took 2nd at the TT at Neptune Beach, in Alameda. Sam Arena won.
Armando Magri visiting with relatives In Chicago, 1938.jpg
Armando Magri visiting with relatives In Chicago, 1938
Somewhere in Iowa, Armando retrieves his motorcycle while his cousin Oz is taking a crap 1938.jpg
Somewhere in Iowa, Armando retrieves his motorcycle while his cousin Oz is "taking a crap"
TT race at Neptune Beach in Alameda, California. Sam Arena won, Armando Magri took second..jpg
TT race at Neptune Beach in Alameda, California. Sam Arena won, Armando Magri took second.
Armando Magri, 2nd place at the Friday night races at Neptune Beach in Alemeda, California, 1938..jpg
Armando Magri, 2nd place at the Friday night races at Neptune Beach in Alemeda, California
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