Third Installment
© 2002 by Jim Haubert
A few weeks before I left Harley to start my own business in March of 1973,
a really beat up early 30's style single cylinder Harley race bike arrived in the racing department in a crate.
It was rumored that William H Davidson, the current chairman of H-D, wanted
the racing department to restore this bike. I asked about this and found out it was true. However, I was also told that the
department had far too much work and too few people to perform it to be able to take on a project like this.
I had already given my notice about leaving but Dick O'Brien had asked me
to stay until after Daytona because of the workload. I agreed because I didn't really want to leave. In the last issue I said
I thought I was going to heaven, remember? I had hopes that some things might change, but I wasn't going to count on it either.
Anyway, I asked Frank Ulicki, who still works at the plant, if he could give William H. a picture of my Vincent taken at a
car show to show him the caliber of my work. I wanted Mr. Davidson to know I was interested in the restoration project once
I left. Frank carried through, but I didn't hear any more about it for months.
The day I left is still as clear to me as the day I started. I was doing fine
until the end of the day when Roy Bockelman, my foreman, said he hated to see me leave. That's when I got choked up, for many
reasons. My Jeep Wagoneer was parked inside the Juneau complex at the bottom of the stairs and Al Stangler had already helped
me load my tool box. I had tears rolling down my face as I drove Al to his car, but Al is far too considerate to have said
anything. I was driven by a knowledge that came from inside telling me that I must continue to look for something better.
I didn't know what, just that there was better.
Through the years I have learned that in many ways the "dream" position of
being the machinist for the racing department, by its nature, was somewhat limiting. Because you were not surrounded
by other machinists/tool & die makers your exposure to different methods and processes was limited to your own creativity.
I have since seen how most of the work I did there was a rehash of what I had already learned.
In late July of 1973, I received a call from Wm. H and he invited me to meet
him at his office to discuss the details of the restoration project I had mentioned earlier. Apologizing for the delay in
contacting me, he said that the first bike he finally found was the one I saw in Racing and was too far-gone to use. I agreed,
considering he was hoping to complete the project in a few months rather than years. Since I had seen the first bike, however,
he had found another in much better condition, and had secured the correct style of engine also.
When I met with him the next day he mentioned that he had an opportunity to
donate a Harley-Davidson motorcycle for permanent display at the museum of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway and hoped to do
so before he retired in October of the same year. He found out that the first race ever held at the Indy Speedway was a motorcycle
race and after that initial event, the Speedway went to cars and never hosted another motorcycle race again. Of particular
interest to him was the fact that the museum only had one motorcycle on display at that time and it was an Indian racer. He
was thrilled have the opportunity to not let an Indian go unchallenged. I need not mention the Harley/Indian rivalry .......
but I guess I just did.
Mr. Davidson said he had been searching for a long time for a bike to duplicate
the one ridden by Joe Petrali in 1935. This was the year that Joe won ALL the AMA National Championship dirt track
races for the entire year, setting four records in the process. I don't believe any rider since has ever accomplished this.
We went over to the racing department where Wm. G. Davidson of the styling
department joined us. Wm. H. introduced Wm.G. to me as Bill and I still have a hard time remembering him as Willie G!
Ever heard of him?
Boy, talk about name-dropping. Albert Einstein, Thomas Edison, Jay Leno, Elvis
Presley, Peter the rabbit .......... I'm so sorry, I was on a roll, and, well I guess, hmmm.
Oh well, Wm. H. wanted me to work with Bill, and have the styling department
help in whatever way possible and it was through our involvement in this project that we first worked together.
Back in Wm. H's office, he introduced me to his secretary, a very pleasant
woman whose name I only remember as Midge. I don’t remember if I ever knew her last name. She was in charge of the archives
at that time and she showed me to them where I was allowed to sift through period photos looking for any that might be of
value to this project.
The archives, at that time, were a small room, probably less than 15 X 20
feet with a tall ceiling of about 12 or 14 feet. Located in the basement of the main building at Juneau, it was most easily
reached by a cast iron spiral stairway located on the southeast side of the building. I often had the feeling of descending
into a dungeon whenever I used that particular stairway. Sort of poetic I guess.
Careful now! I am trying to state my impressions and bring the reader into
my experience as much as possible. I'm not trying to bash Harley. Keep in mind that I have a very limited format here with
articles in a newsletter.
The archives were in an unbelievable state of disarray. Unbelievable that
is unless you had worked at Harley around this time.
Harley-Davidson was emerging from a rather closed environment of being run
by a small family to a member of a corporate climate. Remember what I said about my experiences being limited by being the
only machinist? So it was with Harley-Davidson when it was only the family calling the shots. There was just SO much to be
done and not enough money/people to do it all! Throw in the pressure that the market was exerting at that time and I doubt
that anyone could have had the archives in better condition
After a few hours I had picked out two photos and gave the numbers to Midge.
They were mailed to me the next day on August 1, 1973. The bike was delivered the following day. Wm. H also provided photos
and throughout the project he uncovered more photos and stories. Like the one about a race that was held in the early thirties
and was a one-lap race on a one-mile oval dirt track. I'm sorry that I can't remember exactly where or the exact date, but
I do remember being impressed with the record Joe set. It was a flying start and after the one lap race Joe had covered the
mile oval in something like 41 or 42 seconds. I learned this just after Mert Lawill had set a mile record somewhere at 37
or 38 seconds riding an XR. Have we really come a long way, baby?
I realize that the rules were different in the early days and that this is
not a direct comparison, but it still showed me just how fast these early racers drove these 350 cc machines.
Near the end of the project, I received a call from Wm. H. He said that Joe
Petrali was with him in his office and that the subject of the bike I was working on had come up during the visit. Wm. H asked
if it would be OK if Joe could stop by to see the bike, as he was quite interested in the project. Always a gentleman, Wm.
H. did not assume that because he was paying me to perform this restoration that he could bring anyone he pleased into my
shop to view it, even though Joe Petrali was hardly anyone.
I said SURE!!!
Now I started to get a little nervous.
Suddenly this project I was working had a life beyond the all photos I was
using for reference. All at once I was thrust into the past to "talk shop" with the very person who had created the conditions
for me to be doing this restoration. If it had not been for Mr. Petrali's accomplishments, I wouldn't even be doing this restoration!
I had met many racers through my work in the racing department and found their
personalities to be no different than most people. Some were very open, some were guarded, some interesting, some .......
well, not as interesting. But this was different. Now I was going to meet someone who had been a celebrity from my father's
time. Histories, photos, speed records, the motorcycle before me, all were somehow merging into a greater picture than I had
ever envisioned being a part of.
Within an hour, Mr. Petrali entered my dad's shop where I was using some space
for my business and was working on the bike. Immediately any concerns I had simply evaporated.
I found Mr. Petrali to be quite a delight to talk with, having a very pleasant
air of inner peace about him and a genuine interest in other people. Even me!
It was really an uplifting experience and rather an honor to be able to introduce
him to my father and vice versa. My dad wasn't really interested in motorcycles but never discouraged me from them either.
Now, here in front of him was the person he remembered hearing about over the radio and in the newspapers. A genuine hero
from those early days of motorcycle racing. He was as impressed as I was as to the way Mr. Petrali related with us
and not to us.
The bike was finished on October 12, 1973, shortly after Wm. H. retired. During
the project he saw for himself how very little time there was to complete all the work necessary and assured me that having
it completed before his retirement wasn't a crucial issue.
Wm. H. was a prolific letter writer and kept me posted, in writing, of much
of the correspondence he had with the Indy museum. I still have most of my records from that time and have finally organized
them.
In a letter dated October 24, 1975 he wrote to Mr. Karl Kizer, the museum
curator, and mentioned Mr. Kizer's idea of having a presentation ceremony, with Joe Petrali present, in May to coincide with
the spring opening of the track.
Sadly, Mr. Petrali passed away suddenly early in November and I never have
known if he had seen the photos of the finished bike.
The last paragraph of a letter dated November 12, 1973 Wm. H. says:
"Meanwhile, along with Joe Petrali's innumerable friends, I am grieved by
his passing. He was a courageous and highly principled champion throughout his life. I will miss this outstanding man."
In my last installment I mentioned that Wm. H. was involved with night school
in some way. This was typical of him. Not one to rest on his accomplishments in retirement, he found ways to return a service
to the community. I always felt that he projected the same style of integrity that I first saw in my father, Elmer Haubert.
Joe Petrali seemed to echo the same decency.
Courageous and highly principled yes indeed. Wherever Elmer Haubert, Joe Petrali,
and Wm. H. Davidson are today, I miss these outstanding men.
What a contrast these men are to the present age. I don't know what is more
appalling to me today, the lack of integrity in so much of our culture, or the fact that so many people accept it.