david auker
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Roger Sumner...
Roger stayed at my place for the Nike Masters' Games. Definitely a
gentleman in all respects, right down to the car he drove here from
Vancouver, British Columbia: an old Bentley with steering wheel on the
right side. It may have been a '37, the year of Roger's birth. He
gathered us up in it for a jaunt to the local restaurant.
When I started racing in '72, and did the occasional foray across the
border into Western Canada, Roger was one of the superior riders up
there, along with Tom Morris, Ron Hayman and Bill Wild. Whether racing
against them in B.C. or when they were frequently down here, it was rare
that anyone from Oregon or Washington bested them!
Roger had this stutter...sometimes in mid-sentence he would just freeze
up! I learned early on that waiting was really worth it, as he was
extremely articulate in thought, vocabulary and compassion.
Very bright, serious and friendly (but competitive enough to win!),
Roger Sumner was (and is) a light to cherish.
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