The Spirit of ‘64 - Editing Script
The Spirit of ‘64 - Script
Story about Mickey Jr. and his life in chronological order. It starts with Mickey Sr. talking about Mickey’s birth, how much he weighed, the experience having his first child.
We go into the children, how many children the family (Mickey Sr. and Francis had), things they did growing up such as playing baseball, fooling around and eventually getting into motorcycles.
Briefly discuss their interest in motorcycles, how they were good at racing (Mickey Jr. and Ricky) but how his worst nightmare came true.
Open with Mickey Sr. describing where he was that night when he got a call to phone home, going to sacramento and visiting his son.
Maybe: discuss Mickey Sr.’s previous experience with working for a handicapped girl so he was somewhat familiar.
Discussing the issues in the hospital, what he did and how he really committed to staying with his son in order to ensure he was doing ok.
Discuss Mickey Sr. selling his car collection in order to make money and build the downstairs unit for Mickey. Go into all the work needed in order to successfully complete the place. Mickey then moves out and into his own place, doing what he wants at age 18 and moving in with Ricky. Talk briefly about their lives, what Mickey was getting into. Low point: Mickey beginning to abuse the drugs.
Mickey Jr and Sr watching Ricky at a race and Mickey Jr asking his father to build a racecar. The start of the racing. It was almost safer than on the streets since he had a cage and padding whereas he did not in his van.
Mickey struggling to meet regulations and was sanctioned by nascar to finally drive. A few racing moments, truly victorious.
Recalling his last moments alive
Remembering Mickey
Miss him a lot, wish we could be like him, happy, not blaming others for his problems, etc
I have a business on freedom blvd in watsonville, waiting and waiting, he said i’m pregnant, she didn’t show, went in and had the baby, no big deal (moved to 1)
Born in Watsonville hospital in 1958 July 20
Average, 7 pounds, average, too many kids
Very emotional having your first, very important to you and your experience, i had this dog named mopsey, micky would say dog, called ricky dog
Vicky, 18 months younger (than ricky) mick, rick, then randy and tammy (ricky talking)
5 kids, rhymes? Just happened that way, ran out of icky's
Kids somedays are good, picking on eachother, typical family stuff
He didn’t sleep, we would put him in the car and take him for a ride to put him to sleep
Fun, real fun - ricky, lot of crazy stuff
We are 18 months apart
18 months apart
Me and rick best friends
Vicky: mick oldest, middle, younger sister 8-9 years younger than mick, we were 3 years apart, 58, 59,60, they would use me to play pickle, they were trouble, pile of horse crap
Micky was good at pitching, ricky was a catcher, couldn’t reach second base, won every game
He attended south sequatis, graduated, and went to watsonville high school, things going on that i didn’t like, more gang related stuff, things that weren’t good
Even in the summertime we would hang out once in awhile did couple of things, became kind of close
Micky as a teenager was very athletic, baseball, got into racing motorcycles at a very young age, how about a dirt bike? He was very good, all three of my boys played little league
Met mick when i was a freshman in high school, a lot of fun took place, a group of us that got together and partied a lot, the kids had to drive a special car of their fathers, flipped the english taxi, i had a good time
We went to watsonville high school for a couple of years, we weren’t there so we were all expelled, ended up at monte vista christian school, micky met this gal dolly, he was in love with this girl, he changed his life, took the christian way of life, things were good for a long time
All three of us were class clowns, mickey was a year older, who could be the most obnoxious in class, 4-5 of us in class, mike stone, a lot of guys, a lot of fun, always pranks at the school
Very good boy, a lot of friends, played a lot, it was good - father, how was he with the ladies? A lot of girlfriends, good looking guy
Micky was good with the girls, they all liked him, he liked girls, they would come to the house, you don’t get too acquainted, not too close
Micky was a very good boy
“ “ had a lot of friends, entertained himself, he had a lot of girlfriends, they all liked him, handsome boy
Motorcycle friend, watsonville hs, having a great time, bullshitting with his buddies, cut here and there, things still don’t change, he was a character
We went to watsonville hs first, my dad restored cars, had a customers car, i felt weird about it because everyone drove normal cars, we took it to the swimming pool, got all drunk and rolled it, we finished off at monte vista christian high school
When we rolled the car into the apple orchard, 7 people in it, there was a mechanics garage above the hill, used the phone to call my mom, he asked us our names, he goes i know your dad, you might as well lay on the ground and i’ll shoot ya, she handed him 3 valiums, after they wore off, wasn’t a good deal, 2 days later we were enrolled at monte vista
Last year in hs was my first year (vicky), they showed my dad their report cards, the one they did bring home had all F’s and a D minus, yanked us out of watsonville hs
I remember the hs stuff, one thing after another, dad doesn’t know how many times the boys would sneak out in the middle of the night, sneak out the cars and my dad would have no clue. My freshman year, it was a rainy day, there’s a huge mud puddle, mick is driving and says something is wrong with a back tire, roll down the window and look out as he hits the mud puddle, he wouldn’t turn the car around so i could go home and change, that was his practical jokes
He has stitches because of me, we were terrible kids, mean evil
“ “, our parents didn’t know the half of it
Frances and i talked about it, put him into monte vista christian hs, my kids brought kids over, lots of kids over here, thanksgiving, christmas, they were coming here, had large families around me all the time, some important kids, amazing they picked a school in watsonville, ended up here
Frances was a good mother, she went with us, like baseball games she was always there, motorcycle races always there, tammy did faulting on horses, tammy’s mother would always be there
Frances and I split up, she got killed about a mile from here coming down a mountain, the grateful dead played at the fairgrounds, there was a lot of traffic, they got run off the road, fell off a small cliff
Frances was involved with the kids, the girls had horses she was involved, we had a barn, the girls had horses so the boys wanted something to do so we played baseball, then we got into motorcycles, frances was involved with the horses and the motorcycles, i bought a bus, built a motor, took the seats out, painted it, made it safe, 40-passenger bus, frances, the kids and i went motorcycle racing to carson city nv once or twice a week
My mom really liked the racing, we’d have to get up at 4am sometimes, old school bus, tie downs, leather, refrigerator, stove, and drive to Placerville and nobody ever complained, we just did it, stayed all night, didn’t get home till late at night then off the school the next day
