June 2019
ing held this year, the sucking in of air
was deafening !
Yes he did have something more rele-
vant, a book on the racing career of
Joan Richmond Australia’s most fa-
mous woman racing driver. Born in
1905 in Victoria she entered motor rac-
ing in the period between WW1 &
WW2 , notably won the Brooklands
1000mile race in 1932, in an Austin 7,
the first woman to do so. She died in
2007 at 94 years of age but had a stellar
career in motor sport, a true pioneer.
How do I know all this grasshopper ?
Dr G of course, and there is a lot more
to read about.
Tick Tock, its seven o’clock. Just
remember this for future meetings, Reg
O’Malley is quite confused and al-
though he arrives just in time for supper
most times, he asked that the time for
the starting gun be known to all in ad-
vance so that there is no misunder-
standings asking for a leave pass at
home ,although Jackie is quite keen to
see him out on Thursday’s .
Flights of fantasy. Living the Prewar
Dream. Lachy Kinnear, almost in tears
reflects on his greatest ever, and the
longest ride of anyone in SA alongside
King Arthur in the notorious ND to Mal-
lala and back. A memorable speech
Lachy everyone was enthralled , the
King of course smiling affectionately
over his humble subject. Must have
been good, I hear he, like the Vicar
Cundy keeps the tacho on the red line
quite often !
Speaking of the vicar, relatively new to
historic racing, vicar Cundy was hauled
up in front of the stewards after Mallala
and given the third degree after failing
the flag test. The chief steward was not
impressed at all as car 34, MG NA
1934, failed to respond to a red flag out
on the track. He and one other were
called to the headmasters office and
shown the white flag test, both failed
miserably we were told by the vicar as
was his confession.
Yes there is more, I cannot believe the
outrageous stories that come out at reg-
ister meetings, the latest is quite unbe-
lievable and involves Bob Schapel go-
ing into great detail how at an earlier
time prior to his marriage to the lovely
Maggie, he persuaded her to remove
her panty hose in the front seat of his
car ! Where was this going you might
say ? The incredulous look on the faces
of the members was astounding expect-
ing to hear where the pantyhose would
end up. Fact, on a bent wire coat
hanger, stretched across the twin carbu-
rettors on the TC Special. Still in use
today both the car and the nylons Bob
says with sincere reverence, members
were naturally disappointed.
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Yet another announcement from the
chest swollen King Arthur , cruel I
know but I had held him back from deliv-
ering the news on another success as I
was tipped off by the Octagonal host