Originally posted by Simon Arron
A dual composition that shows a) the unerring beauty of the Lydden Hill PA system and b) Dave Bettinson leading a six-strong Modsports field en route to victory - at an average speed of 74.07mph - on May 31 1976.
Ah Lydden Hill. I've had a few experiences there!
My first year of racing in 1980. I let my mechanic, helper, friend whatever he was called, have a race in my F750 on a strictly "you bend it mend it principle". He'd raced Classic Saloons, so was no novice. A few spins in practice bothered me a little (the car was crap, so there was an excuse!). Anyway come the race he dukes it out with another slow car into the last corner (Paddock?) and the other guy is off into the wall. All very avoidable by both parties and it became a bit heated afterwards until an official came along and told them they were both w*nkers!
A year later. Car totally rebuilt and slightly redesigned. Early race at Lydden. Not going well and start towards the back. Make up a few places at the off but the crankshaft snaps just about where that Lotus 7 is in Simon's pic. Where's the bar
1982, I've got a FF1600. Again I promised a drive to a mate (well he did lend me his 750 when mine had an "axle" problem testing at Silverstone). I'm working in Germany for half the month, so he decides to do a Lydden race whilst I'm away. No problem, but I can't resist seeing how he does. He'd never raced a FF, but was pretty good in 750's, so although not bothered about damage, I decided to turn up for the race. I'd worked it out that I could finish work on the Saturday about 8pm, hit the road and catch the early morning ferry from Calais, be at Lydden by the early hours of Sunday morning, kip in the car and so would be vaguely awake when they arrived a few hours later. Unfortunately my German registered car was pulled apart at the French border, so I ended up at Lydden at the same time as the race car, and I'd had virtually no sleep! Everything is ok with the racer, but 10 minutes before the start of practice the heavens open and my driver pulls out, feeling uncomfortable with the conditions. Not wanting to waste an opportunity, I see Dave Bradley, and hey presto I'm driving, knackered, in the wet (which I hate) and wearing someone else's helmet and overalls, which were to small for me
To be honest, I can't remember the race. But I didn't crash and didn't get in anybody's way. In fact I think I scored some Championship points.
Me in my car, with Nev's helmet & overalls, and looking for where the circuit goes!
I was back at work on Monday morning in Germany, although I don't think I made much sense!!!!!
Those were the days