Part II 

    It was 10:30 by the time Charlie rolled into the garage with the broken bike.  Brian tried to fire the engine and it started, but the sound of marbles rolling around inside was a little startling and he quickly shut it down.  I watched Brian and could tell he was in a bit of a quandary.  In order to even think of fixing it would mean hours of labor to take the motor apart to find out what exactly went wrong. That’s a lot of work late at night with no promise of success. 

    As the pit area slowly cleared out, Brian was making the decision to go for it. He decided he’d already invested too much time and come too far to give up without a fight.  Patrick agreed and so they began.  It wasn’t the first time that a team would pull the all night flog to get ready for a race the next day.  One of my favorite Reg stories is the time in 1977 when, after totally destroying his Z1 Superbike in a qualifying crash, his mechanic Pierre Des Roche worked all night to put the bike back together.  Since Reg didn’t qualify he had to start from the back of the grid and went on to win the race over the likes of Yvon Duhamel, Wes Cooley and Mike Baldwin.  Small world: today, Brian O’Shea owns that same Z1 Superbike. But it’s stories like that that make the all nighter well worth it, even when there’s not any money or a national championship involved.

    By this time, Reg, Charlie, Em and I had left the track and headed back to Madame’s.  The day had been heaped with emotion – excitement, elation, relief (I’m always relieved when everybody’s back safely at the end of a race) and then - disappointment, and we all needed some sleep.  We were tucked in having sweet dreams by the time the faithful team owners started to take the big Honda motor apart. 

    Meanwhile, back at the track there was a party going on.  The teams were all up late and since a large percentage of them were camping in the paddock, they were having a great time.  There were fireworks celebrating Bastille Day and the wine and ice cold beer flowed readily.  And back in garage 39 there was a surgery underway.  New friends from all over were coming by to offer their support and help in any way they could.  One team loaned Brian a work bench, others brought tools and several had ideas to offer on how to get it done.  But Brian and Patrick were starting to see exactly what they needed to do.

    They got the motor out and took the cylinder head off to find that the head of an exhaust valve had snapped off and lodged itself in the combustion chamber.  This was not repairable, unless of course they were able to find another complete cylinder head for a Honda 1000. Just what were the chances of that at midnight on a Sunday?

    Not too bad as it turns out.  Remember the “motley crew” two garages down.  Allow me to give them a proper introduction:  They are Team Bimota.  The head of the team is Denis, a French gent with long flowing hair who seemed to have an aversion to wearing clothes and worked the whole time in his underwear. I’m sure it was just because it was so warm out.  It first made me giggle when we were in line to get our credentials.  The first thing I saw when we got to the track was this guy in his underwear (and they are brief!) and I cracked up.  But hey, this isn’t my country and out of curiosity I asked Patrick if this was a common custom. He stopped laughing long enough to tell me, no, it was an unusual sight, even in France. The only thing to add to that would be when Denis was doing engine work, he had his white gloves on, and during the race, he was fully clothed – I think that may have been a rule for the hot pit! 

    Denis’ son Stanley and his son’s best friend David were the Team Bimota riders and though they were quite fast, we found out that they had never raced before.  I recall that the two boys qualified 26th.  It was Denis’ lifelong dream to be on this side of pit lane. His time had passed, but it was time for his son.  They had saved for many many years and put together their #1 bike, a Bimota with a Honda engine.  They also brought along a parts bike, another Bimota with a Honda 1000 engine and well, you know where I’m going with this. 

    Denis jumped right in and offered the cylinder head off his parts bike for our bike.  In a stranger’s time of need, he was the first one there donating a big part of his spare motor to help a competitor finish the race. Brian and Pat gratefully accepted and the race against the clock was on.  They worked through the night with Denis staying until about 3:30 to help.  At 5:30, Brian and Pat called it a night and went back to the hotel for a couple hours sleep.  It was a full moon and still dark as they drove back – a very surreal setting for the French countryside, seen through their exhausted eyes.

    The next morning at breakfast they relayed the whole story to us, and they looked a little tired.  We were surprised to hear the developments but very excited that it looked like the #3 Honda would race again.  “Hopefully.” Patrick explained, “The motor’s not in the bike yet”.

    Monday’s race was scheduled for 3:30 pm. which gave the guy’s time to finish getting the bike back together. Brian and Patrick worked furiously completing the engine and then putting it back in the bike. Finally, the tank was on, a little gas was in it and now came the moment of truth.

    By this time a crowd had gathered at our pit.  More magazines had come by to interview Patrick, and the TV cameras were watching as the final touches were made.  Everyone was anxious to see if the red white and blue Honda RS would race again.  I held my breath as Brian pressed the starter and the engine roared to life!  The crowd cheered and it looked like Reg and Charlie would race another day.

    The bike sounded great. They warmed it up and revved it a few times, then shut it down and pushed it back in the garage and put it on the stand.  I asked Reg what he thought the chances were that it would finish.  He said it all depended on what caused it to break the first time.  Was it a weak valve that just broke, or was it more complicated than that?  There was no practice scheduled for today, just the race, so testing it was out of the question.  “Only 30 laps” Brian said as he crossed his fingers…

    3:15 rolled around and Charlie suited up and got ready to ride.  It was another 98 degree scorcher, so Reg stayed in his shorts and tee shirt awhile longer.  3:20: They started the bike and warmed it up.  It still sounded great and the excitement grew again.  Charlie took it out for two warm up laps and pulled onto the front straight to get into position.  We were still 4th because the grid was set in qualifying and would not change even though we didn’t finish the race last night.  Reg held the bike for Charlie and tension mounted as riders took their position across the track.  The starter gave the word and the race was on – the riders darted across the track, Charlie jumped on the RS and hit the starter button and the bike made a funny noise, but wouldn’t start!  Reg was about to give him a push as the other riders got away but Charlie finally got the bike to fire. He got away last and had his work cut out for him now.

    We waited as the pack came around for the first time.  Charlie had moved up passing a dozen riders or so from his bad start.  This might not be so bad.  Our riders were a great team – and they had a whole hour to work with. A little traffic was nothing new to Charlie and Reg – perhaps we’d still finish well.  We waited for the pack to come around again.  The leaders came through.  The mid pack came through and there was Charlie.  He’s moved up to the mid pack!  Third lap, here come the leaders. Next, the mid pack. The back markers came through – but where was Charlie? Right about then the marshal came over to Patrick to tell him that Charlie had stopped again – at the exit of turn 6. My heart sank. 

    Charlie sat in the sweltering heat waiting for the truck to bring him back in this time.  He finally came in – this time out of his leathers and helmet and looking very disappointed.

    We watched half heartedly as the race continued and finished.  Judging by the order in which the bikes finished, Patrick thought we probably had been given the right number, 3 – which might well have been our finishing place if the big Honda had stayed together. Oh well, as they say, that’s racing. Better luck next time.

    Will there be a next time?  Well, if the level of fun that was had is any indication, my guess is that there will.  My guess is that next time it won’t be as spur of the moment as it was this time, and that the engine will be as bullet proof as the Hondas we know and love.  Brian built the 25 year old bike to show and to run occasionally. But when he built the engine, my guess is that he wasn’t thinking 4 or 5 hours at Magny Cours in 98 degree plus - at redline!  The team came together quickly and the bike was just not quite up to the task, even though it did qualify 4th, get 3 practice sessions and half of the racing in.  All things considered, I’d say it was a job well done. 

    It was a great experience, traveling to France, the country that gets dubious press here in the US.  It helped me to understand some things more clearly. We met a great number of new friends and learned in a very real way not to judge a book by its cover, even if it is a Frenchman in underwear. I’m a little worried though.  Reg has a gleam in his eye and is trying to convince himself he doesn’t need to start another racing career…

    By the way, Team Bimota finished a remarkable 8th overall. Maybe David and Stanley have a future in racing. 

    We would like to thank Brian O’Shea, Patrick Bodden and the whole Heritage Racing team for all their hard work making this fun trip to the Bol D’or Classic possible.  Thank you also to  all of the companies who helped sponsor the team including: Honda Riders Club of America, David Bodden’s Champion Honda in Charleston, SC, Heritage Racing, Shell Oil Co. Charlie William’s Everything but Bikes, Reg Pridmore’s  CLASS Motorcycle Schools, French Vintage Magazine. Moto Review Classic and Editions Larivier, its parent publishing company, and Motorcyclist Magazine.  Please watch for Motorcyclist’s coverage of the Bol D’or Classic by Mark Gardiner and Patrick Bodden – on your newsstand soon!

 

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Cylinder # 1 was the problem.  One of the valve heads snapped off and made a mess of things.


Brian has a big job halfway complete

Finishing touches...

 

 

 

 

 


Em, Brian and Reg, hangin out afterward, having a beer and discussing matters of the world.


That's me on the RS. Reg says it won't even begin to compare to the new Hondas I'm fortunate to ride. 

 

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