Ed Zornes
I bought a new Kawasaki 350 in 1969 from the Boston Boys. George had a '68, which had just a little bit less power. He would modify his, and we would head out to East Sherman to see how it worked. We would seesaw back and forth, each modifying more if the other's had an edge. We headed out one day at lunch for our regular " shoot out" . On the way out we passed ( in a hurry I might add) a large green '55 Buick, no big deal, and were on our way. We squared off, and halfway or so through the gears, my bike siezed up, I pulled the clutch in and slowed. About that time, the green 55 buick slewed sideways along in front of me, causing me to brake quickly. There was a magnetic flashing red light attached to the roof of the Buick. This big fat guy ( reminded me of Broderick Crawford) slid out of the seat and started yelling at me as I sat beside the road on my wounded warrior. Turns out, he was a constable and was irate , as he thought we had cut him off. Not sure why he didn't lock me up, but simply haranged me viciously, and hearing my motor had siezed, drove away. I had noticed right after I pulled over George had slowed, headed back, and then took off through the woods and disappeared. After sitting for a few minutes, my engine cooled. And I was able to get it started. I " slowly" rode back to the shop, where George was leaning against the parts counter, watching me ride back in. I parked , and walked back inside to the now grinning Mr. Boston. I asked, " Why did you leave me out there"? With his usual, cocky, smartass grin, he replied " I saw you had been pulled over, if I had gone back I couldn't have helped. I saw no reason for BOTH of us to get a ticket". I loved that guy...will miss him on my visits home..
