Longtime readers will recall that Grandpa ran a race from Reno to San Francisco in the early 1990s which consisted mostly of international runners and which was put together by Joe Oakes, the world’s coolest runner/adventurer/race director/nice guy. I bugged the Ultrarunning magazine guys, and they sent me the story from back then. An excerpt from Joe’s recollection of the race:
One of our runners had a touch of “Bush’s Revenge,” and had an attack on the main drag of the Stanford campus. What to do? He did what any red-blooded person of any nationality would do — he dropped his red shorts and cut loose. Just then I came up on him in my VW van … with the Campus Policeman right behind me and shouting, (very offended that his campus might be so soiled), “You in the red shorts, STOP!”
(Me) “Officer: he does not speak English and is not familiar with our ways. Let me handle it, please.” Facing away from the policeman, a gesture, a theatrical wink, “You … no makee caca!” Contrition, and he is off. A stifled chuckle from the policeman, and all is well. A close one! #$%& happens.
The race never happened again after that first year. This is probably the reason why …
Here’s the article (Oakes JanFeb93_REVISED) if you’re interested. sides are blurry because it was in a binder, but you get the general idea.