This sent me, still on the bike, sliding towards the front gardens of a small group of houses positioned right next to the track, fortunately for me and the owner of the front garden gate, it was open! My speed was now down from about 70 to 10 MPH. When seeing the next obstacle coming up was the front door of the house I panicked, applied too much rear brake, and fell with the bike on top of me into a large flower bed. I do not know who was more surprised, myself or the owner of the house who had been sitting on his front wall watching all these events unfold and finally the attempted destruction of his flower bed!
The race organisers sent a truck to collect my 125 which fortunately was not in too bad a state. I was not quite so lucky being bruised all over and having sprained my left wrist and right ankle – I was in no shape to attempt further practice that day and my earlier lap times had to stand. This meant I was relegated further back down the starting grid in each class as the other riders continued to improve their lap times.
This was to be my first, and fortunately only, crash in 1964. I could not but kick myself, as I was taken to the First Aid Centre and then back to the Hotel, for having been so greedy in seeking more power from the engines when I already had enough to gain (with any luck) top 10 places in each class. The poor quality of the fuel did not help but I was already aware of this danger — my last thoughts as I went to bed that night were ‘what a plonker’. After seeing that I was generally ok back at the hotel Vic returned to the paddock with Bert and Raymond where they worked late into the night rebuilding the 125 and rejetting the 250 and 256cc Parillas back to their previous settings!
The following morning, after a hot bath and 3 or 4 aspirin, I was still feeling very stiff but determined to make up for my earlier mistake. When we arrived at the paddock there was pandemonium and we were informed Ginger Molloy and a group of New Zealand and Australian riders and mechanics, together with the American riders Ramon Robinson & Andy Rickman, had all been arrested by the Police in Ljubijana the previous evening! Apparently, things had got out of hand in a restaurant when someone (the culprits were never identified) started to throw bread rolls about and unfortunately the aforementioned group were caught up in the disturbance when the police arrived
This was, of course, a major problem for the race organisers who now had some of their best known competitors locked up and a race meeting to run. After many frantic telephone calls between the Mayors office in Skofja Loka and the Authorities in Ljubijana it was agreed they would all be released subject to surrendering their passports. Approximately 3 hours later, after seeing a rather distressed Claire Molloy (Ginger’s wife) and one of the organisers rushing around collecting the now branded delinquents passports, they all turned up looking rather sheepish but otherwise non the worse for their experience in police custody — all this before the racing had even started!
At last the first race of the day started, from the back of the pack I rapidly began to make up places on my 125 Parilla. It is amazing how quickly you forget any injuries you may have once you get into a race — particularly if you are picking off the opposition one by one. Keeping one hand on the clutch lever for the whole race, and hoping the engine would not seize again, I was relieved and delighted when I crossed the finishing line and later discovered I had finished in 6th place — the best position I had achieved on a Parilla so far. The race was won by Ulf Svensson followed by Manfred Magnus & Peter Eser – all riding 125 cc Hondas.