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From then on Eddy forged after the leader. Each lap he gained a couple of seconds and was not far behind Campanale when it came time for a pit stop and a refuel. His pit was organized for the stop and all set to have Eddy back out in record time. He slid into a stop at the pit and climbed off to stretch. They dropped the fuel hose in place and then came a bum break. The nozzle slid out of the tank, the gas taking the second mechanic in the eyes. In the confusion that followed they nearly missed putting oil in the machine. It was a minute and nearly a half before Ray could get aboard and take off. Campanale got through his refuel in good time and was again out in the lead when Eddy took off. Riding hard he tried to catch the leader again. But his bad luck was not over. As the sun hit a certain low angle it hit each rider in the eyes while going through one turn. Dust on goggles acted as a screen and for a brief couple of seconds the riders were blind. Grif Kathcart unloaded right in that spot. He got up unhurt but had barely gained his feet when Eddy drove into him.
As it developed, Kathcart was unlcky enough to get a broken collar bone out of the crash. Eddy unloaded and scooped up a little sand while doing it. He had trouble starting. Although he got back into the running he was too far behind to be able to catch the leader. He did ride hard, as is evident by the fact that he managed to get second place.
Kretz had been making up some of the four laps lost when his motor caught fire but had all his trouble for nothing, due to the fact that a chain broke and put him out.
Sam Arena was sliding the turns in third position when he had to make a dive to the outside in a turn in order to miss traffic. He went down and took on a whole motor full of sand. He managed to get his motor going but turned only a few laps when the sand got in its work and he had to retire.
During all this excitement Bill Anderson from Houston, Texas, had been keeping up a good average, and staying out of trouble. Byron Sparks from Walkerville, Ontario, had been doing much the same thing. Babe Tancrede, a friend and sort of a riding partner of Campanale’s, offered Ben a chance to ride draft a while toward the end of the race. Although a lap behind the hard-driving Ben, Tancrede was doing a wonderful job himself as he picked the way through the slower ones.
And so it went on down the list. Any one of the men who finished in the first ten or fifteen positions could be pointed out and described as turning in very good races. The first rider had dropped out in the second lap and the ranks continued to thin from then on.
Out of 47 starters, 19 men were destined to complete the full 63 laps of the 3.2-mile course. Others were flagged off, still with a lap or two to go.
Campanale was going just as strong at the finish as he was at the start, and his motor performing beautifully. His official speed for the race was an average of 77.25 m.p.h. This breaks last year’s record which he himself set of 74.90 m.p.h.
Everyone agreed that it was a tough race, a beautiful race, and a race fairly won.