Arizona republican., 1915-01-18
Only One Short But Totally
 Necessary Stop Kept the Winner of Hour Race
 from Breaking Non-Reg- ulation Track Mark Also
BAKERS PHOENIX
 MARK SURPASSED
OConnell Rides Easily and Spurts into Second Place on Crews Stop-Boido's Consistent Race Wins Him Third Place

When a small boy chanced to
 have pair of pliers in his hip
 pocket yesterday Ray creviston'.
 opportunity to scratch one world
 record, break another and utterly
 demoiish track mark, came all in
 bunch. For the pink checked
 little fellow from the coast turned
 his laps on the state fair track yes
 terday-sixty eight and one guar
 ter of them in sixty minutes This
 breaks the world record Of sixty
 six miles and one thousand one
 hundred yards established by Er-
 win G. Baker in this city, year
 ago January l.. Glenn. Stote's rec
 ord of sixty nine and one fourth
 miles made at Bakersfield, caiifer-
 nia, last spring, com monly called
 the worlds record for the hour
 was accomplished on a non-rseu-
 lation track.
 Flying around the oval at rates of speed never before seen here in any sort of motorcycle competition, Gre vision placed two and a half good miles to his credit, on Joe ODonnell, the plucky Excelsior rider, and when. in the sixty first mile, the handlebars of the leader went on the bad, he was possessed of a bank roll of mileage, upon which to draw funds for quick trips to the pits. As he came rolling in, scuffing one foot on the ground In I ne ha b ,--hi ir.1, 1,aI pf ped, Baker. owner of the machine and packer of the rider. went wild. It is seldom, indeed, that the big Indian exponent goes of his nut" In race. but here was the unexpected little in cident that threw the ordinary cool headed chap off his balance. He not only had no tools in his usually well stocked pockets. but knew not where to get them.
 Creviston came to q halt right in front of the press box. A l1iddo from the sidelines heard Crevy's frantic ap- peals for a wrench. He saw Erwin c. go searching his empty pockets. Aha. Those pliers. They might help. He produced them. In an instant. Baker had seized them and his huge mitt was closing around the faulty nut. One. two, three. quick turns and the offend ing member had been bound tight in it's place. Gimme Oii." screamed the rider. You don't need it-get a. going" yelled Baker. and he fairly hurled the dimunitive speedster into the saddle. A quick shove. a few hysterical twists of the pedals and the low-hung speed-bus was popping again
 While Creviston lay in the pits. O'Con- nel. heartened since he had been twice lapped, was showing his mount for every inch of ground it was worth Faster than the little Phoenician ever road before-he was fairly eating up the miles Lorenzo Boido. the other local favorite. lapped twice in the first fifty miles. too. was also beating his way around within a perilously shor1 distance of O'Connelrs back wheel Those chaps had been awaiting just this opportunity. Neither had stopped during the entire grind. Neither had really flung that last ounce of caution to the wind. Both craved victory. ano knew that they would have to depend on Creviston's far speedjer rnoun' going bad. in order to be in the con test for first place.
 But the 1 minute and D seconds that Crevy spent in the pits did not givt them that added advantage then need de. Retaining some of his previou: lead, Creviston hiked out to acquir' some more With but two more miles to go. the three were fairly strainins themselves to get the last tiny bit O speed. Carefully they hit the turns carefully so as to conserve every ad vantage that an absence of skid woul, give them. Round and round the! went, while the hands on the stop wat ches crept slowly nearer the hou mark
 With every checker in the stand, ant the timers present, counting off tb X