My favorite part of that movie has always been the slow-motion shots of the flattrackers as they slide the tail ends of their Triumphs, Harleys, and BSAs around the oval at Ascot Raceway in SoCal(may it forever rest in peace
), where you'd often find this young man(and now "a mite" older man) enjoying that action when the greats of that era would hit town in their ongoing quest for that much sought after prize...the mounting of the A.M.A. Grand National Champion Number-1 plate on their motorcycles for the following year's series of races.
