When I returned to America, I found a Moto Gilera 124-V at the San Jose flea market for $35.00. They had been Imported by Sears, all parts were available. I fixed it and made it run. One day I was Taking my Gilera apart and putting it back together, just to keep the engine pristine, a young man approached me. He told me his sister had seen me working on my bike and thought we should meet. His name was David Reed. He was 17 years old had a TZ 250. He had been injured and could no longer race. We became fast friends, and my race career was launched. We went to Riverside Race way. I went to riders school, my class was Grand Prix 250. Freddie Spencer was the instructor. I did well, I raced the next day in 250 G.P., 500 open, and 750 open.
My journey from 1969 to 1980 took over 10 years. I must tell you it was worth the wait. I lost all my friends they thought I was nut), My job hated me (thought I would get killed, and miss work) and there was no one to take my photo or cheer for me except Dave. You know it was all worth it. If you have a dream, don't dream it, BE IT! Life goes by too fast. Don't be the one who always says, "Ya Know I could'a", or "I should have".