Donna Vekic suffers mid-air fright ahead of Guadalajara victory [AUDIO]
I have been waiting ever since I was in seventh grade to read that title. To live it. To experience the thrill and wonder of watching a motorcycle race on a dirt track, all the riders riding their bikes as one and flying through the air – in the air that wasn’t there until their bikes made their first downward plunge into the dirt.
And Donna Vekic.
Vekic was the best motorcycle racer of her day, if not the best ever.
Her nickname? The Flying Witch.
To think about it now, riding motorcycles, and most of all, flying through the air, was a high adventure. As an athlete, she had no fear of heights. She wanted to be an aeronaut, or a pilot, but not a bike racer.
In the late ’60s, women had a chance to make a difference in the world. She didn’t know if she was ready for it. With all the violence, all the poverty, all the bad food, the lack of education and the lack of opportunity that had been thrust upon her, she could only begin to imagine the world she would live in if she became one of the few women to have reached the top of her sport.
She did not know how it would feel to be the best woman in the world.
And with that thought, I took a deep breath and remembered the words of one of her great rivals.
In 1973, VEKKI was not finished yet.
She had taken a little time off from racing to make some television spots for an ad agency. She was a fast worker, a good worker, who worked better under pressure.
She was a woman who rode motorcycles, and she was a woman who had a lot of guts. She didn’t worry about what other women did, or how others looked at her. She rode bikes and flew. In other words, this was her life. She took action and made something out of it.
She was a woman who had a lot of guts.
At the time, the women’s bike races at the dirt track were dominated by men, or by women