That one hour of down time at Mike's was strange.
My partner and I had been invited to find Parnelli's motor home where his partner Marvin Porter would make us lunch.
We parked our truck and walked over to hear the grim news about Parnelli's fatal encounter with the wrong way biker.
Sort of took the joy out of the moment, indeed a very quiet sandwich, then back on the road to finish.
My best memory is we got 4th in the pickup class..... won't swear to that, it was a long time ago.
Driving through Ensenada to impound late at night we went past the funeral home and saw several guys in biker leathers standing in the lobby.
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