The King's Man

The King’s man

“The King’s Ride” (CW, April) was a wonderful piece. It took me back to 1974 when I was living in Ireland and feeding off the words of Motor Cycle News and Motor Cycle, two weekly tabloids, along with as many magazines as my 13-year-old’s allowance would afford me.

Barry Sheene was just beginning to gain popularity and notoriety, Phil Read battled arch rival Giacomo Agostini for the 500cc title and Harley-Davidson was winning 25()cc world titles! But none of the riders stole this kid’s imagination. Then, some American arrived for the Transatlantic Match Races and proceeded to kick some serious arse. Yep, Kenny Roberts had arrived in Europe, and from then on, to this very day, KR has been my hero.

In 1982, a magical moment occurred at the Transatlantic races. Walking around the back of the pit area at Donington Park, I came upon a large Yamaha transporter. Loading up after the races was none other than the King, helping out as though it was some Sunday at a local track. I approached him, got an autograph, muttered “thank you,” and stood there for what felt like an eternity. Starstruck was not the word

To Nick lenatsch, thank you for not only starting the memory banks again, but for bringing the King’s 1980 OW48 back to life. It is fitting that the bike is with Roberts, and that it is being ridden occasionally and not on display as some static museum piece that no one can touch or hear or smell. To all those involved, a big thanks. Mark Jones ~ Seal Beach, California