I was very lucky back in the early 70's in that I worked for a motorcycle dealer and my boss, Wally Clinton, was the judge - timekeeper at Claremont speedway. Every time there were some big names in town, we would knock off work early and head down to the show grounds to watch the practice. And that's what we did the very first time Ivan Mauger hit town.
I don't have any wild stories to tell about the bloke other than to say how impressed I was by his professionalism. He had two bikes with him, a square piece of canvas on the ground next to them with tools, spare plugs, chains and other odds and ends that are essential to the job, all neatly laid out. The local media was there in full force and all got time with the great man. A t.v. camera was mounted on the back of a utility and driven around the track to get shots of him riding past. He spent a lot of time with them, making sure the shots were just right and looking for slick parts on the track so they got some good pictures of the bike sliding.
It must have all been worth it because he pulled a crowd of about 36,000 that Friday night, which would have put a big smile on promotor Aub Lawson's face.
Wally Clinton used to be the pit marshall at Claremont in the late 40's - early 50's, and he told me of the night when he was getting all the people who shouldn't have been there, out of the pits before the racing started. There was some big name Pommy riders on the bill that night and he wanted everything to go smoothly. There was one old bloke wearing glasses, sitting on a dope can and calmly smoking a pipe. Wally went up and explained that the racing was about to start and he would have to leave the pits. To which this old fella said, "Oh dear, I was hoping to ride here tonight." Wally had just tried to kick out Jack Parker!