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Show rftf SEATED Page 12 Wednesday, June 14, 1978 People, Places And Things A . -, , , Afr By Doc MiirHotk Animal Control Otticer I'd like to tell you a story about motorcycle racing. Actually, my story is about a motorcycle racer: We called him Crazy Steve. Now, some folks think anybody who would go dirt racing on a motorcycle should be called crazy. OK, if you see it that way, call him Crazy, Crazy Steve; he was even too loose for the normally off kilter racing crowd. I first saw Steve at a motorcycle shop in Salt Lake City. He was causing a ruckus by demanding that they bring out every motorcycle piston they had in stock so he could measure each with his micrometer. He was trying to find one big enough to fit the super motocross racing bike he was building. Building? Nobody built a racing bike you just went to the store and bought one. On first encounter Steve had set himself off as different. To all who met him, that first impression was never countered. I'll tell you why. He was noticeable in that motorcycle shop because of his strange demands; that Sunday, at the first race of the season, it was his bike that attracted attention. You see, a few years ago, there was a big motocross race every Sunday somewhere in Utah. There was even a race track just outside of Park City that held several big races and attracted racers from all over the west. Just about everybody who was into bikes showed up at these races to see who was the best. It didn't matter what kind of bike you had they were all about the same anyhow. You just stripped off the lights and the rear view mirror and showed up on Sunday to race; sometimes as many as sixty or seventy racers in each class took off together for . that narrow first turn. But Steve had a vision. He was not especially interested in proving how good a racer he was, he just wanted to build the fastest motorcycle. He sensed a gap in the values of the time: To be a hero in motocross you had to win races you had to be in great shape, practice hard, and be faster than everybody else for twenty or thirty laps per race. Steve didn't have that kind of patience. He wanted to be the best right now and get on with other things. He noticed that most of the racers didn't pay much attention to their motorcycles; usually they even wash them. So it was that on that Sunday when Crazy Steve rolled his new racer out of the van, everyone knew something different was afoot. The thing was beautiful. While the other racers dragged their old scratched and beat up machines out of , their trucks, Steve was roling out a bike that looked ready to enter a custom show. It was painted a dramatic deep violet with ivory pinstripes. His name was etched in the side of the gas tank in what looked to be real pearl inlay. The tucked and rolled leather seat was polished black and shining. Everything that could be chromed was chromed. He had even polished the knobby tires. As the spectators gathered to oggle the creation, Steve made a few last minute adjustments: Like putting the engine together. He had spent so much time on the paint job he hadn't had time to finish the engine. He worked furiously, trying to get it put together before the first race. He worked through the practice period and then continued working while the other riders attended the pre-race meeting. He talked constantly while he worked, tossing technical information over his shoulder to the gathered spectators. He informed them that this engine was the ultimate statement of the art of motorcycle engine design; that he himself had built it; and that his hands were as skilled and as sensitive as the finest torque wrenches, his eyes as precise as the most expensive micrometer. He finished tightening the last bolt just as the loudspeaker requested his class to the starting line. He dashed into his van and emerged seconds later attired in red and yellow, custom made leather racing pants, a green and white, tailored jersey with his name on the back, and white (no kidding, white) knee high leather boots. His helmet matched the bike, right down to the pearl inlaid name. Several of the onlookers burst into spontaneous applause. He hurriedly pushed his bike to the starting line and, while the other racers dressed, as usual, in dirty levis and oil stained .rc U FILET AND SCALLOPS 442 fcftullM r 11" f VY . m. I MAIN STREET 649-7060 Swede Alley Entrance sweatshirts gaped at him, he kicked the engine over. It wouldn't start. Several of the racer's mechanics who were standing nearby thought they heard suspicious noises deep within his engine and they took several steps backward. The rest of thejracers had started their bikes and were intently watching the start official who now had his flag held high. Steve frantically tried to start his bike. Finally, it caught and, blowing out a dense black cloud of smoke, it growled out a few pretty nice notes until the oversized piston came apart and crashed out through the top of the engine. The other bikes roared away at a signal from the starter, leaving Steve standing there sadly holding his smoking motorcycle. The engine was a mass of melted metal. No one saw Steve again for two months. Someone told me he had quit his job and had turned his living room into a motorcycle repair shop. It was rumored that he worked on that bike day and night, that he was redesigning every single part of it. This time he would not be beaten. By the day of the big Fourth of July race he was ready. This time he arrived early in the morning, even before the gates to the race track were opened. When they let him in he was the first to park and unload his bike. He was the first to register to race and he was the first to the starting line. This time the other racers took note; the bike was still just as beautiful and this time as Steve carefully warmed up the engine everyone could tell it was running perfectly the engine's sound was that of a caged animal, angry and demanding to be let go. When they released the bikes for practice laps Steve just sat there peacefully. He even signed a few autographs. In his spectacular outfit, sitting on that amazing motorcycle, some of the kids thought he must be a big star racer from California he might even be Evel Kneval. Some of the spectators asked him why he didn't take practice laps. To each of them he gave the same answer: His goal, he said, was to be first to the corner. The onlookers argued amongst themselves as to whether this was a good strategy. Many thought it was, considering that the tight twisting track would be hard to pass on. A rider who was in front after the first corner would be difficult to get around later in the race. The bikes lined up for the start. There was no doubt who the crowd was watching. Steve had his bike revved up and was watching the flagman with the intensity of a big cat poised for the kill. When the flag was dropped it was as everyone expected: Steve shot into the lead, his ferocious violet bike tearing up the ground as he led the angry pack of seventy racers to the narrow first turn. He beat everyone there by two or three bike lengths. But then he just turned off the engine right in the middle of the track! Of course, the next bike knocked him down, what else could have happened? Luckily, only twelve or thirteen of the other bikes ran over him. Quite a large crowd gathered on the track as Steve was loaded into the ambulance. His beautiful outfit was torn and dirty and showed the tire tracks of several bikes. But before they took him away I managed to ask him the question everybody was asking: Why had he stopped? He was in first place. He had been way out in the lead. Why? Steve raised his head and grinned through the dirt and the blood. He had done what he said he would. He had been first to the first corner. That's all he wanted out of life. Wasn't it enough? I grinned back at him and gave him a thumbs up sign for success. The rest of the crowd started to applaud and kept it up as the ambulance pulled away. It was as if we were applauding the red and white ambulance as it made its way down the bumpy track kicking out little puffs of dust from under its rear wheels . Spring is sprung, The snow is gom Notice how the trash is growing. OCn " J I AS ' f T $8 with Easy Parking 6 p.m. to ll p.m. - 25 ft Submitted bv Trishu Hansen Park City Animal Control Off iter The Communicable Disease Newsletter for the month of May reports and advises the following : Although animal rabies can occur year around, summer is the season in which most cases of animal rabies are reported in Utah. The first case of bat rabies this summer was recently confirmed by the Utah State Laboratory. The bat had exposed a pet dog. This exposure once more brings up the importance of vaccinating pet dogs and cats against rabies. Strong consideration should be given to destroying any dog who has been exposed to rabies. If the dog has been vaccinated against rabies previously, he can be revaccinated immediately after exposure and observed under quarantine for 30 days. On the other hand, if the dog has never been immunized against rabies, it should not be vaccinated but rather should be observed under quarantine for 180 days. At any sign of illness the dog should be sacrificed. If other animals or humans have been exposed to the sick animal the animal's brain should be examined for rabies. The State Board of Health advises anyone who has been bitten must consider that bite as an exposure to rabies and report it to their physician, the local police department and the animal control. Rabies is contracted by bites, scrapes and scratches and takes an average of two weeks to incubate. Don't assume that because you feel OK a few days after a, bite that you're safe or if you get sick you'll go to the doctor. Take a few shots and be OK again. ONCE THE SIGNS OF ILLNESS BEGIN TO SHOW THERE IS NO EFFECTIVE TREATMENT AND THE DISEASE IS 100 FATAL. That is the reason for the 10-day 10-day period of quarantine. IBfifHlllflfllHHHHKSSBBiBSSSSHHfBBIHii mmWmWmmWmmWmWmmWmWmMmWmWmWURmmmmWmmWmWmmWmm Thurs. 15 City Council Meeting- 7 p.m., TMI Sat. 17 Community Involvement Day 8 a.m. High School football field Warns Of Rabies If the animal could have transmitted rabies at the time of the injun, i! w ill die. normally, within 5 days. This quarantine period couid save vour life. REPORT ALL INJURIES RECEIVE') FROM AN ANIMAL TO BE ASSURED OF CONTINUED GOOD HEALTH. For your health and welfare and that of your pet IMMUNIZE. A booster should be given every two years to comply with Utah State Health Department laws. Remember the shots your dog received when he was very young? You called them "puppy shots" and chances are that you are like so many that think the dog is now protected from almost anything that comes along. The "puppy shot" is more than 2 shots given several weeks apart. It is a combination of three serums to protect your pet from serious illness or death. The shot immunizes against DISTEMPER; the most commonly known dog and cat disease and it will kill if not detected and treated in its earliest stages. The treatment is long and costly. HEPETITIS; is a killer, liver damage occurs first then the brain. LEPTOSPOROSIS; can cause serious damage to the animals kidneys and is communicable to man. It usually develops in swamp areas and Park City. A booster is required every year for distemper hepetitislepto-sporosis. hepetitislepto-sporosis. Another common disease is Kennel Cough. The main symptom is a dry hacking cough as if a bone were lodged in the throat and can develop into pnuemonia...it is costly to treat. A parainfluenza ; shot can protect your pet and save you money in the long run. Talk with your vet. If a shot is recommended, get it. He is as interested in the welfare of animals as your doctor is in your health and it's not just a matter of pushing shots for a few bucks. A vet hurts every time a: Mot). 19 Senior Citizens 5 p.m. Pony League Baseball Meeting 6 p.m., City Park Tues. 20 Immunization Clinic 3-5 p.m., Marsac School County Commission Meeting 10 a.m., Coalville Courthouse Blood Pressure Clinic 2-5 p.m., Marsac School pet is brought m with a serious illness and for all his efforts, i! dies. No doctor feels good when a patient is lost and it's even worse if the whole disaster could have been prevented for a lew-dollars lew-dollars invested in the health of the animal. June 24. 197K. at 1.00 p.m. at the City Park in conjunction with the Recreation Department's "Catch and Fetch,'' a general health clinic will be held. Rabies vaccination available and licenses for those who need them for entry in the competition. Lately quite a few animals have been reported as lost and recovery has not been very good. Some worry that if they turn the animal into Animal Control, the animal will be put to sleep so they keep it and look for the owner themselves Thp VW Bug Stolen A carousel projector valued at $225 and a calculator were stolen from the C'est Bon hotel on June 9 between 9 p.m. and 2 a.m. The items were part of a demonstration display set up by the Intermountain X-ray Company. Linda Lyman reported her 1959 VW bug stolen from the Garn Says Taxpayers Have Had Enough "The voters are saying they've had enough," U.S. Senator Jake Garn ( R-Utah) said last Wednesday in response to the passage of , the Jarvis-Gann proposal trv California which would reduce property taxes by 60 percent. "It was called a meat-axe approach," the Utah Republican pointed out, "and I suppose it is." " "But the vote showed that people are ready to take a meat-axe to taxes, and Wed. 21 Fire District Meeting 7p.m., Memorial Bldg. Planning Commission Meeting 8 p.m., TMI problem is 'lie owner doesn't know who might have the animal so they call animal control in hopes there will be good news and too frequently there is none because the person who has the animal has not reported it to Animal Control. Some would like to keep the animal for themselves and feel if it is turned in they will not be able to have it when the 5-day holding period is over. WRONG. II an animal is turned in and the party who found the animal expresses a desire to have it if the owner does not claim it, that party will be notified and given first option for adoption. So please don't keep a found animal and prevent the owner from recovery, report it to the Animal Control Officer. Three Kings condominiums on June 9. The car, valued at $600 has not been recovered. A $75 bicycle belonging to Tom Sproele was the object of a hit and run accident at the Park City Racquet Club June 8. The driver of the auto has not been located, although the license plate number was recorded politicians had better take heed." Garn said people are fed up with all forms of taxes, t iH "There are a number of tax limitation proposals before the Congress, and I support them," he said. "Many states are experimenting with tax limitation, and I wish them well. I wouldn't presume to tell the States how to go about reducing taxes, but I hope they succeed," he said. 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