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This was supposedly taken at Ascot in So Cal. As there were a few Ascots, anyone know for sure? By the way, the title for this pics comes from the movie Hooper with Burt Reynolds and the guy from Airwolf whose name escapes me right now.
Jan-Michael Vincent is the name you were looking for. There were two Ascots. The one that was deeper in the city that got pushed out by developement and the second one out by the Dominguiz hills. On Western or Alemeda, I can remember exactly. It's been a long time since I attended races out there.
I went to Ascot to watch races in High School. When we got there we noticed the front rows were empty. Since we wanted to get close up and watch we sat in the vacant seats with our beers. Don't remember how we got beers but we were as happy as can be until the race started and the bikes came flyin' around the first turn spraying chunks of dirt and mud into our faces and our beers. Now we knew why no one was sitting in the front rows. It was pretty cool anyway.
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Jan-Michael Vincent is the name you were looking for. There were two Ascots. The one that was deeper in the city that got pushed out by developement and the second one out by the Dominguiz hills. On Western or Alemeda, I can remember exactly. It's been a long time since I attended races out there.
Jan-Michael Vincent! Thanks Doc. Is there anything you don't know?
I went to Ascot to watch races in High School. When we got there we noticed the front rows were empty. Since we wanted to get close up and watch we sat in the vacant seats with our beers. Don't remember how we got beers but we were as happy as can be until the race started and the bikes came flyin' around the first turn spraying chunks of dirt and mud into our faces and our beers. Now we knew why no one was sitting in the front rows. It was pretty cool anyway.
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