PEZ Remembers: Gary Wiggins
The tall, raw-boned rider ambled across to the barrier; he was broad and square across the shoulders, big-thighed and walked with a loose-limbed gait. His long legs made easy work of straddling the steel fence which separated the riders' enclosure from the paying public at the Gent Six back in the early 80's. As he headed off to his cabin, a mechanic looked-up from the already gleaming machine he was polishing and gave a cheerful; 'Hi Gary!' The rider said nothing, but acknowledged the greeting…