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Goodwood Revival 2011 - a few Sunday pics
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About 1/2 way thru the race it started tipping down again so I gave up with the pics but it spiced up the racing as the cars all struggled for grip, especially where we were, at the exit of the first bend.
The rain continued for probabaly about an hour but cleared in time for the next race. Before then tho, we were treated to a 'Tribute to Juan Manuel Fangio' - a display of various cars he drove, from his droad racing Chevy Coupe from '40/'41 to his Maserati 250F from 1957.
The penultimate race, was the Glover Trophy 'for 1.5 litre Grand Prix and Tasman cars of a type that raced between 1961 and 1965'. Stu & I prob didnt take much notice of Grand Prix cars till a few years after this, but these - especially the Lotuses (Lotii?) were similar to the first ones we had toys of and used to fling around the playground in junior school
Cos of the rain they were running about an hour behind by thid time so we watched some of the last race on our route back to the car park. Pics werent much cop though, mainly cos I was facing what was left of the sun, so just a few here to get an idea of what kind of cars were in the Sussex Trophy. The programme says 'world championship sports cars and production sports-racing cars of a type that raced from 1955-60'. So that's what these last blurry pics are of...Oh and a few hurried snaps of the planes that took off over our heads just before that race started.
The rain continued for probabaly about an hour but cleared in time for the next race. Before then tho, we were treated to a 'Tribute to Juan Manuel Fangio' - a display of various cars he drove, from his droad racing Chevy Coupe from '40/'41 to his Maserati 250F from 1957.
The penultimate race, was the Glover Trophy 'for 1.5 litre Grand Prix and Tasman cars of a type that raced between 1961 and 1965'. Stu & I prob didnt take much notice of Grand Prix cars till a few years after this, but these - especially the Lotuses (Lotii?) were similar to the first ones we had toys of and used to fling around the playground in junior school
Cos of the rain they were running about an hour behind by thid time so we watched some of the last race on our route back to the car park. Pics werent much cop though, mainly cos I was facing what was left of the sun, so just a few here to get an idea of what kind of cars were in the Sussex Trophy. The programme says 'world championship sports cars and production sports-racing cars of a type that raced from 1955-60'. So that's what these last blurry pics are of...Oh and a few hurried snaps of the planes that took off over our heads just before that race started.
So apart from getting drenched and not getting to see all we wanted during the day, a great day was had by all. And the journey home started off well, surrounded by 'classics' as on the drive there, but our spirits were soon to be dampened as much as our shoes'n'socks... 
Pulling into a petrol station about 1/2 hr into our journey up towards Guildford, the engine cut out, shuddered to a halt and gave a puff of smoke from under the hood as we coasted into the small road next to the forecourt entrance.
Dunno about you lot but I always fear the worst in these situations and was preparing myself to find a big hole in the side of the engine with bits hanging out...
A quick look in the engine bay and underneath confirmed there was no such damage, at least none visible externally, so thoughts turned to other possible causes. To check if it was the timing chain that had let go, Stu took the distributor cap off and check the rotor arm was turning while I cranked it over. All ok there, so hopefully nothing major mechanical?
Fuel level on the gauge cant really be relied on but just in case we'd actually ran out, we pushed the car onto the forecourt and put approx 1/2 tank in, then tried again.
Starter cranked over but still no sign of firing. Fuel was getting thru to the carbs so maybe electrical?
With the night drawing in (well, it was about 7.30
) and no spares (some tools, but no spares) we chickened out at this point and got onto the RAC to arrange a low-loader. Patrol man arrived within the hour to try and fix er up, before arranging the transporter, and to his credit he had a good go at diagnosing and trying to fix the problem but after narrowing it down to a faulty rotor arm (that's what he thought after finding a small crack in it), we still couldnt get 'er started, so settled for a ride home on the back of a transporter
Eventaully got back to Stu's place in North Herts at just after midnite and thought it worth trying a new rotor arm to see if that was the problem. If it did start, that would also mean we wouldnt have to push the car up the slope into the garage! Unfortunately that didnt work tho - plenty of engine turning over but no hint of wanting to fire, so the transporter driver, Stu, me and my lad did our best to get the car back into the garage for the night.
I suppose, being the first breakdown in 7 years isnt bad going for one of these cars. On the bright side, we could have conked out on the main road, and not in the petrol station, as it was pitch black for miles once the petrol station had shut and the patrol man had left us, with a 1hr wait for the transporter. And although it turned out not to be just the rotor arm, it's nothing terminal.
Anyhoo, that's another story, which I'll continue in The Workshop....
Pulling into a petrol station about 1/2 hr into our journey up towards Guildford, the engine cut out, shuddered to a halt and gave a puff of smoke from under the hood as we coasted into the small road next to the forecourt entrance.
Dunno about you lot but I always fear the worst in these situations and was preparing myself to find a big hole in the side of the engine with bits hanging out...
A quick look in the engine bay and underneath confirmed there was no such damage, at least none visible externally, so thoughts turned to other possible causes. To check if it was the timing chain that had let go, Stu took the distributor cap off and check the rotor arm was turning while I cranked it over. All ok there, so hopefully nothing major mechanical?
Fuel level on the gauge cant really be relied on but just in case we'd actually ran out, we pushed the car onto the forecourt and put approx 1/2 tank in, then tried again.
Starter cranked over but still no sign of firing. Fuel was getting thru to the carbs so maybe electrical?
With the night drawing in (well, it was about 7.30
) and no spares (some tools, but no spares) we chickened out at this point and got onto the RAC to arrange a low-loader. Patrol man arrived within the hour to try and fix er up, before arranging the transporter, and to his credit he had a good go at diagnosing and trying to fix the problem but after narrowing it down to a faulty rotor arm (that's what he thought after finding a small crack in it), we still couldnt get 'er started, so settled for a ride home on the back of a transporter Eventaully got back to Stu's place in North Herts at just after midnite and thought it worth trying a new rotor arm to see if that was the problem. If it did start, that would also mean we wouldnt have to push the car up the slope into the garage! Unfortunately that didnt work tho - plenty of engine turning over but no hint of wanting to fire, so the transporter driver, Stu, me and my lad did our best to get the car back into the garage for the night.
I suppose, being the first breakdown in 7 years isnt bad going for one of these cars. On the bright side, we could have conked out on the main road, and not in the petrol station, as it was pitch black for miles once the petrol station had shut and the patrol man had left us, with a 1hr wait for the transporter. And although it turned out not to be just the rotor arm, it's nothing terminal.
Anyhoo, that's another story, which I'll continue in The Workshop....
Yes, Rob, the St Mary's Trophy Part 1 on Saturday, with professional drivers, was a corker. Two 427 Galaxies battled it out from the front row of the grid until the red #15 driven by Barrie 'Whizzo' Williams threw its prop, leaving Paul Radisich to cruise to victory in the #17 Galaxie. However, he let the #100 BMW 1800 TiSA (in the 3rd pic below), driven by Jackie Oliver, get within 3 seconds of him at the chequered flag.
The owners drive their own cars in Part 2 of the St Mary's, on Sunday, and the damp conditions hampered the Galaxies. At the chequered flag, the front 2 positions were reversed, but the BMW beat the #17 Galaxie by a bigger margin, and therefore took the St Mary's Trophy overall.
There was also a 427 lightweight Galaxie, #70, owned by Bill Shepherd (of Mustang fame). His celebrity driver let him down, so Bill was allowed to drive both days, but his penalty was to start from the back of the grid. Both days he came storming through the field and took 7th overall. With a better starting position, he would have been a factor, I'm sure.
Carolyn with Paul Radisich on Sunday. A charming and gracious man.
The owners drive their own cars in Part 2 of the St Mary's, on Sunday, and the damp conditions hampered the Galaxies. At the chequered flag, the front 2 positions were reversed, but the BMW beat the #17 Galaxie by a bigger margin, and therefore took the St Mary's Trophy overall.
There was also a 427 lightweight Galaxie, #70, owned by Bill Shepherd (of Mustang fame). His celebrity driver let him down, so Bill was allowed to drive both days, but his penalty was to start from the back of the grid. Both days he came storming through the field and took 7th overall. With a better starting position, he would have been a factor, I'm sure.
Carolyn with Paul Radisich on Sunday. A charming and gracious man.