Livermore Trans-AMA, November 23, 1975 - Marty Smith gets the holeshot in the second moto but eats it on the uphill hairpin.
Breaking loose from the squad of Maicos trailing behind, Jim West rockets into the lead.
Coming around on the third lap he's pulled away from the pack and is enjoying his finest moment.
Down the long straight past the pits he's in top gear with hammer all the way down.
Nothing stays with him execpt the whirlwinds dancing alongside his screaming Maico.
Jim West is at the peak of his long and distinguished career.
One week later at Saddleback, Jim West is dead.
A hard crash early in the first moto took away the spirit that made him great.
The trouble with losing a person like Westy is that, for the friends who knew him, the family that loved him and the lady who built her life around him, there is no filling the empty space.
Our world is less than it was before.
Coming around on the third lap he's pulled away from the pack and is enjoying his finest moment.
Down the long straight past the pits he's in top gear with hammer all the way down.
Nothing stays with him execpt the whirlwinds dancing alongside his screaming Maico.
Jim West is at the peak of his long and distinguished career.
One week later at Saddleback, Jim West is dead.
A hard crash early in the first moto took away the spirit that made him great.
The trouble with losing a person like Westy is that, for the friends who knew him, the family that loved him and the lady who built her life around him, there is no filling the empty space.
Our world is less than it was before.
