I was unable to make Snetterton for the “Blow the Cobwebs” session. In recompense and with great fortitude I journeyed to Castle Combe for the Richard Thorne Track Day (we northerners can get nosebleed travelling so far south into uncharted waters— and yes there was some precipitation). It was capably managed by a new venture i.e. ClassicsTrack Days and its effervescent owner, John Bevan who was there in person, not as expected , as a cardboard cut -out or a hologram. One Mark Hales, who has some form in the auto world, was on hand to proffer advice to Richards and Johns customers, However, lo and behold, prime entertainment was laid on by Morgan ((Ian) showcasing and introducing the new “club sport show” in conjunction with the University of Wolverhampton support team. Tony Hirst, driving the car for the first time, frightened the life out of his passengers (witness their white face looks of horror) as he slowly, no this is not the right word, rapidly got to grip with the new 2 litre rocketship. I say rocket ship as it seemed to fly past a pretty red car hogging the racing line.
Also in attendance, and on track with some merit, was Nigel Bradford, ostensibly a journo of a publication that her asserts should be pillow reading of all morgan aficianados.
There were scurrilous assertions that the new Club sport came complete with a magnetic undertray to catch all the hand built parts that fall off in transit, and a rear roller bush assembly that swept all extra assemblies that escape the magnetic tray sideways off the racing line.
In reality it was a finely presented, expertly prepared and supported car with huge potential. It will be interesting to see how it develops and entices new entrants into the series. I will follow its progresss under Tony andCcraig with interest—-albeit at a distance.
I waited forlornly for the arrival off one Andrew Potter (remember he) who, I was convinced would be on hand, to show me on a confidential basis, how to translate and refine my proposals and theories of how to go faster into real time on track. It appears that his wife had other plans and he failed to materialise. I am speechless. In what sort of world do we live in where wives are allowed to intrude on intrinsically important matters. Explanations on a post card.