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There were a few of us from Ohio that kinda stuck together when we would meet up at the different tracks; one of the guys that we raced with was a black guy...with a white wife.
Guy was an engineer for one of the Big Three, very smart guy, fast on a bike.
Anyway, when we checked into the local motel after the first day of practice, and it came to my friend checking in, he was told that he wasn't allowed in with a white woman. He didn't care if they were married, he wasn't going to let him check in.
I was astounded, I had never run into outright racism like that in my life.
We all told that shitstain motel owner to cancel our rooms, we were all leaving, must have been twenty of us that had reservations. Some of us were checking in with women that we weren't married to, they were just our girlfriends, motel owner didn't care about that.
We told him we were going back to the track and tell everyone there what happened.
Bike racers kinda stick together...big time.
Motel owner changed his tune.
He got real humble, real quick.
This was in Virginia, in 1973.
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