got into the war “with a delay”: in June of the 41st he graduated from the institute, and graduate students were given a month to pass state exams. With a university diploma, he got to the mortar and artillery school - and immediately to the front, near Volokolamsk. He did not fight for long - a shell-shock, which, however, he had hidden for a long time. November 7, 1941 as part of his artillery school, he participated in a parade on Red Square. After the parade, the whole school was sent to the rear to finish their studies. Still, a concussion was found in Georgy Vasilievich, and he no longer got to the front, but remained to teach. In the spring of 1942 he returned to Moscow, went to work at an armored plant as the head of a motorcycle manufacturing department.
After the war, Khristoforov organized a motorcycle section at the enterprise, “went head to head” in sports, several times won in multi-day events in the class of motorcycles with wheelchairs, and was awarded five DOSAAF Badges of Honor. Georgy Vasilyevich master of sports, honored trainer of the RSFSR, raised many masters.
A prominent figure in motorsport Vladimir Karneev became in the late 30s. By order of Vasily Stalin in 1939 he was transferred from Dynamo to the Air Force sports club, and here he immediately became the team captain. Engaged in both motocross and road racing.
In the early days of the war, he was connected in motor traffic. Very soon I changed the domestic Izh-9 to the trophy NSU 600. I dangled along the open, open Volga steppes as flat as a table. This is where Karneyev “played enough” of deadly “cat and mouse” with German aces pilots: fleeing from fighters, abruptly changed direction, spun in a “top” … At times, sports excitement prevailed over natural human fear, and maybe this he was saved from a hail of bullets.
Near Stalingrad, there was no clearly defined front line, villages and farms often passed from hand to hand, and liaisons often did not know in which village the Nazis and in which ours. And then one day Karneev flies into a village on a motorcycle, and in it … Germans! He tore off the cap and at a decent speed, without slowing down, the village through and through. The fascists were dumbfounded by surprise and arrogance … It worked out.
