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Show SALT FLAT NEWS, MAY, 1972 2 Ken Donoghue to fttaa WMinw ddq ALMOST EVERYONE was in Wendover on a warm Sunday to participate in the y second annual Wendover 100 motorcycle race. We arrived at the starting gate shortly after the motorcyclists had departed in a cloud of dust,, and spent the recross-countr- mainder of the afternoon awaiting their return. BOB TILLEY was down at the starting area with his camper enjoying a beer and some potato chips. He told me he had got the start of the race on color movie film. JIM SMITH was looking ele gant in a finely woven straw hat officiating at the race he and GENE JONES had organized. The yellow Wendover Lions Club bus dispensed hamburgers and hot dogs and soft drinks and provided welcome shade for spectators and Sunday widows and their dependents. one of the dusty riders. He stripped to the waist and she care- fully poured it over him. The skill with which this operation was performed convinced me that they had done it often. After he dried himself off and combed his hair, he opened a beer that his woman has brought him. The hunter is home from the hills. Mr. Donogjhue THE HIDEAWAY CLUB Wendover, Nevada DARRYL PETERSEN OWNER While waiting for the contestants to return I went with the leading personnel of the Salt Flat News to look over the new sanitary land fill and chat with News correspondent FLOYD EATON. Deputy Eaton greeted us cordially and invited us into his home built from materials salvaged from the dump. The editors woman companion was fascinated by Floyds house. She told Floyd that she once lived in a house very much like it in Wyomings Gas Hills. Floyd rewarded her with a shy toothless grin. I found Mr. Eatons couch very comfortable although a mite dusty and sneaked in a middle aged mans snooze while the others examined with interest a portion of the Deputys vast collection of artifacts salvaged from Wendovers past. Later, beorase a little girl with the party asked him to, Floyd proudly showed us his kitchen with a piece of cake on his table that he had baked himself. I noticed with surprise some cooked chicken legs, since I had thought that our host was a vegetarian. After the race the Stateline Casino was humming. Bikers wandered among the slot machines, complementing the usual s. crew of bus passengers and were the working People machines as if they were being paid four dollars an hour to do it and the boss was watching. People were relaxing, either girding their loins to cross the salt flats, or, having just crossed them, ungirding their loins. I signed up for the nickels and a free drink. I couldnt believe it I receive ten nickels; the Stateline receives my name and address. What will the Stateline do with my name and over-nighter- BOB TILLEY Saw the start more of it. Novice racer JIM PLACE nursed broken handle- bars and bared football shoulders to the sun. I was going too fast, mused the California athlete, and drove off a cliff. OOtaR0)OO OHiurcitn QdjgfHsO & address? Back at the starting area the frontrunners had materialized on the horizon. The women and children crowded around. Suddenly I was into a fantasy. Transported back in time, I was watching a hunting band returning to camp, but emptyhanded. They can only report that a horse became lame and they had to return. The riders were covered with dust A biker woman brought a plastic container full of water to On the way home I saw Aragonite. This brought to mind Chariton Heston playing El Cid. Roderigo de Bivar. For buried there is Aragon. Aragonite was first discovered in the province of Spain named Aragon. This brings Ferdinand of Aragon to mind, the man of Isabella of Castile, Columbus. Back to America, Utah, and Aragonite. MMUW Ba ' Back at the starting area, excitement was mounting as the motorcycle riders, still several miles away, began the last leg of the race. A runner from the first TialiiRaL 15 checkpoint announced that the first cloud of dust to pass the colored balloon was a small band of mustangs flushed by Hie racers, while Western Pacific fireman MEL MURPHY complained of mad motorcyclists racing his train to the crossing, forcing the freight into a deep hole or emergency stop. Could this be the surprise hazard Jim Smith hinted at? Wendoverite EDNA COE pronounced the afternoons activities better than staying home EDNA COE: Better than staying at home. DRAPER wished he could, see nl.iL - Re&uttnt 2ji4 SoofH Charcoal Broiled Steaks CONVENTION HEADQUARTERS Canyon Inn Come enjoy our friendly etmosphere Wi: food - JIM PLACE: Going too fast' ' The i ea- amse mom NEWS photo by K. Donotfwo while Salt Laker KEVIN i V I at-th- e mouth of Cottonwood Canyon ' MWCiJVtf .V, ii' W,-- si, t BOX 919, PARK CITY, UTAH 84060 521-213- 1 6494681 4 . . I 1 lOitbMiiM It II I 4 r- ! U I ; l' . If I . .. I . r |