My dad passed away late last year. He was a member of the 200 mph club, and still holds a few records he set in the 70s/80s. Perhaps my favorite story was of t

My dad passed away late last year. He was a member of the 200 mph club, and still holds a few records he set in the 70s/80s. Perhaps my favorite story was of the motorcycle he used to break 200mph on the saltflats. Some called it the high speed ditch witch. It had no fairing, making drag a night insurmountable obstacle. Adding more power just meant it would start digging deeper into the salt, and leave a ditch behind it as it went. My mom's favorite story was about the time a powerful wind blew over a portapotty, knocking it onto the door, trapping the occupant inside.