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Show i 11 i SALT FLAT NEWS, Sports LSA6 FEBRUARY-MARC- 1971 H, 15 SR WHITTIER, Calif Burke LeSage, long-tim- e speed enthusiast and formed through an association newsletter and developing more interest in Speed Week. Emil Grisotti, president of the Southern California Timing Association, said, Burkes acceptance of this position fills a gap that is necessary due to the ever growing interest in SCTA performance industry leader, is now public relations director for Bonneville National, Inc. In his new capacity, Le Sage's duties will encompass providing information to the news media, keeping Bonneville members in-- and Bonneville Speed Week. Speed Week is an international event held annually on the salt flats outside Wendover. LeSage 's appointment is effective immediately. Additional duties will include a Hall of Museum in Wendover. coordinate Speed In addition to the expanding roster of salt flats racres belonging to Bonneville Nationals, firms in the supporting category include Moon, Milodon, Weiand, Eelco, Rod & Custom Magazine and a number of Utah businesses. working with the Utah Parks and Recreation Department to Wsinffiress WsotfeMiraej) By Keith Moore One of the few remaining undamaged American institutions is the. waitress. And waitresses are waitressiest in the Mountain i West. They are at their best in' places like Red Desert, Wyoming, and Bliss, Idaho. But where they really shine is from the Unxld Cafe (Lakepoint, Utah) in a direct line westward to Verdi, j ; ; Nevada. Havent you ever sat in the Unxld Cafe? By the way, did you know that the Unxld Cafe1 was the western terminus of a novel from the 1950s called The Price of Salt? Yes, the novel started in New Jersey, had a big crisis in Iowa, and reached its western-modialogue right in the Unxld Cafe but no names were given, so only a true salt, only a bonafide Tooele County-ite- , could ascertain that it was the Unxld in the romantic heart st -- of downtown Lakepoint. WENDOVER TO HOST CROSS COUNTRY RACE - The roar youll hear from out Wendover way on March 21st wont be the Blue Flame. It will be the combined raucous revs of the 1st Annual Wendover Cross Country Motorcycle Team Race. Racing will begin at noon thirteen miles west of Wendover off Highway 40 and run over a cloverleaf trail of approximately twenty miles per loop. Teams will consist of one machine of 125 CC or less and two machines of any larger or smaller displacement. Sponsors of the race, Stateline Hotel and Jims Casino and Saloon, have guaranteed $1200 in prize money, with a first prize of $500, second $250, third $150 and fourth $100. Entry fee of $6 per rider must be in by March 14th to avoid a $2 penalty. A special riders package is available which includes meals, room accommodations and entertainment at the Stateline. Additional information and entry blanks are available 'from the Stateline Hotel, Wendover. Prizes will be given for leading each loop and trophies will be awarded to the first twenty teams to finish the race. Even bystanders will be able to enter a fifty-cedrawing for a 50 nt CC mini-bike- . Everyone attending the race can join a road ride starting Sunday March 21st, 9 a.m., in Salt Lake Citys Liberty Park and receive a free gift pack from the Stateline upon arrival. Ber 250 SOUTH 3RD EAST SALT LAKE CITY, UTAH SKI PHONE 355-014- TAKE-OUT- 355-172- reassuring smile PHONE 9 . This is Winnemucca, ... Well, lessee, whatta ya got? Maybe youre still sitting by the north windows, looking at the landscape, your back to the counter. So the next thing youre likely to hear is, Two over easy, side a browns! Or maybe the morning stillness will be jarred with such an outburst as "stack!" Oh yes. Ive sat in morning stillnesses that were jarred by stack I Youre sitting there dreaming sleepily into your coffee. Maybe an Illinois car (you can tell by the outlandish license plates puce on indigo, heliotrope on sepia, that kind of thing) --maybe this Illinois car has just pulled up to the cafe. A couple in their d fifties and their uninspiring daughter seep out of the car and head doggedly for the cafe. Youre hardly aware of them, hardly aware of anything only a drowsy, subconscious notion that in a moment your robot arm will again hoist the blessed coffee. The Illini issue in. They gawk around, getting their bearings. The eleven-year-ol-d daughter is looking for a corny post card to send to a kid back in Olney. Its silent. This is the waitress cue. STACK! You spill your coffee. Then its silent again. The people from Olney fall into a corner booth and hide their faces in big menu cards, eyes transfixed as though eleven-year-ol- cramming for Gods final. Then a little bell tinkles and a nondescript, man in the kitchen calls, Pick up yer stack!" But so much for the Unxld Cafe. One ought to discover this American institution for himself. It's part of the Wendover Syndrome. One of my favorite institutions used to be Winnemuccas Sonoma Inn. This slice of Americana was best had from a bus. There was something about the red-heade- forty-one-year-o- d, . . . SPECIALTY SANDWICHES on a big Sourdough French Roll RATSKELLER PIZZAS ld . folks. Well have ten minutes here. A rest stop. Youll find restrooms and cafe to your left in the Sonoma Inn how was it they said it? Snowa-m- a Enn like Restrooms that something to your left in the Snowa-m- a Enn. Well be here ten minutes. Remember the number of your bus. And then youd go into the big sumptuous cafe. Everybody was strangers but the coziness of the circumstances made you sense them as a family, and I think this unity was brought about mostly by the waitresses... Two of em easy over and a side a browns! Wheres my cinnamon toast? Thats been called in a long time ago! Pickup on your grilled cheese, Jewel, its gettin cold as an icicle! Stars in the skies, girls, lets get these orders movin, shall we, were not gonna handle three with lead in our bloomten-minu- Mornin, whatll ya have? 3 S p. -- Try our TEUtskeller way the drivers used to declare the words Sonoma Inn. You You edged out of a half-sleefelt sticky. A baby was crying. The bus motor went off and the silence, after the long drone of endless miles, seemed loud. The driver stood up and stretched. His stomach awoke and burst out of the Ike jacket and strained the buttons of his Greyhound-blu- e shirt. Havent you ever sat by those north windows at the Unxld and watched the lake? What lake? Is there any other Lake? You can sit there and have big Wimpy hamburgers and big french fries and black coffee still served in china cups and saucers yes, right on the desert and watch a very important part of the world through those north windows. Across the highway, toward the lake, there are willows and reeds and a very F minor landscape. PIE trucks pull up to the Unxld and emit vigorous, Levid drivers. They go back to the trailers and they squat on the gravel there as they check tires and lights. Then they go into the Unxld. Arent waitresses wonderful? No sooner does the trucker frogsquat onto the counter stool than the waitress materializes with her little pad, pencil and te Sceni-cruise- rs ers! The grilled cheese was destined to a point in Jewels station, and had to be taken there by Jewel nobody else. Dolores! Take these waters to them drivers and find out if he that fat one wants the usual, ham and eggs a pair for that and skinny one one easy-ovone scrambled and a side a browns. Hey! Hold up, Dolores take em this potta cottee-Larryou got my drivers coffee for me! . Here. Thats it, keep it away from them water glasses or youll have a mell of a hess on yer hands, honey. Pickup on Number Four a pair, hold the relish! Like I toldja lemon, pumpkin, cherry, apple, chocblate, banana cream Well. Well. Well, make it banana cream, I guess. The rest stops were always about double the time announced by the driver. And then there was something comforting about getting going again, across the vast dark chunks of miles, slowly, slowly eating up the vast valleys of Nevada. But it seems that the worlds is in Wendbest waitress-watchin- g over. You see, Wendover is so utterly out of it that it is almost metropolitan in its ennui. Unlike Elko and Sparks and that ultimate plasticity Las Vegas, Wendover is real real like Rawlins and Laramie are real, and not unreal like South- - Tahoe and Carmel and Las Vegas are unreal. Therefore, the Wendover waitresses are real. And it was here, in Wendover once, that I saw my most memorable hostg ess, the apotheosis of the world. Agnes and I were on a trip, see, and Agnes and I went into this one big joint it wasnt the State Line and you know the kind of joint theyre all over the West. These places are full of a certain kind of man peculiar to the West. They wear those drugstore-cowbo- y shirts (often - er y! aquamarine) with little brass buttons on them everywhere, and escalloped pockets, and often the men have big square bellies that perch out on the shelf of a bright drugstore buckle, and the buckle may say Pete or Art." And these joints have a souvenir shop with lots of souvenirs made in Hackensack and stamped all over with verbiage and lore about Nevada. You go to a restroom and you hear two guys conversing Dont look like no storm. No, I think it musta blew over. You dont know how these guys know each other, but thats how a mens can is. Guys just talk to each other, partitions and stuff like that notwithstanding. Theres a bar just off the carpeted esplanade to the restrooms and in it people are sitting around in cherry light having daytime drinks. Theres a skinny cowboy at the bar smoking very seriously and kind of checking out his reflection in the mirror, and next to him theres a barfly and all you can see in the light is her crossed legs, but theyre good ones. You just assume shes got a great face. The bartender is there too, but gruff and inchoate. You see the cherry light d on the green felt pie-pack- ed right next to a window overlooking a blue pool with snow. CAUTION DEEP END, I read and then we studied the gigantic nlenu cards. The amazon barged back to her post, her silk World War Two frock shimmering against the goings-o- n of her girdle, her copious boobs jouncing full steam ahead. Your black-and-whi- te gulll be right with you, folks," she had cawed in a fat voice, then gave us a fat but didactic glower before her white patent-leathe- r pumps pro--' pelled her away in fumes of open-heele- d officiousness. The menu started at $2.75. out for all restaurants with bastard gaslights or architecture, they all start expensive. And they all have a hostess whose pores breathe, Look, if you dont like it here Mack, get lost! Agnes insisted on leaving a good tip, but I wanted to collect what I call a reverse tip. Why shouldnt you get a quarter back if the Watch mock-Coloni- service was lousy? It was. So, while the service was being lousy, I sat and watched the hostess. It was as if she were on one of those moving boardwalks in a fun house. She sidled in and out, in and out from behind the puke-colore- pool tables. Well, anyway, this joint we went to was Agnes idea. Agnes always has to have the best. With each step as we approached for dinner I could hear the ting-tin- g of cash registers, sniff cashiers stand, whisking people to tables of her choice, then whooshing back to the cashiers' stand and kind of settling down and quivering like a cormorant. When she smiled, it' was the smile that the manager had told her to use, and her riance was in ratio to revenue. This was one of my favorite waitresses because I hated her so much. And Ive sometimes wondered if she ever realized how much her boobs jounced. the carpeting, and I furtively frisked my wallet to see if I had enough tuition for this spa Agnes . insisted on. We passed through an overcarpeted, overlamped lobby full racks and gouged of post-car- d reproductions of the Tetons. A tall buxom Wagnerian amazon barged out from behind a counter and with a big flourish of a big black menu card with silver lettering on it she whomped us over to the table of her choice, YAMAHA 650 STREET 650cc Street XS-1- B Our biggest better machine. 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