I had hardly left the boat from Heysham to Belfast with my H.B.G. when I was pounced upon by two very ardent Belfast enthusiasts, who told me it was the first H.R.G. they haul seen. We met again by arrangement, and I decided to blow my August rations on a spot of dicing. First of all, I was introduced to Irish enthusiasm in the form of these two lads’ motors. One, a ” 2.3″ Bugatti in pieces preparatory to fitting a 2-litre Sunbeam engine in it –the liugatti engine being a bit perforated due to at hard season’s dieing in Eire by its owner, Stanley Martin. The other enthusia.st. Noel Nibs, trwned a 3-litre Talbot with shortened chassis and a very fine racing body attached, the whole outfit reminding Ine Faultier of an
Later OR we took the H.R.G. up Cragantlet, where, I am afraid, tanyears’ pent-tip hill-climb urge, assisted by hold Dunlops and an out-of-practice helmsman, put her in the bank, buckling at wheel.
Even so, we put on the spare and had a dice (3 up) round the Ards circuit, in spite of frequent barricades.
We then went to inspect an aged ” 2.3 ” Bugatti and looked rather pityingly upon her until one Of us, idly sitting in the cockpit, scraped clean a plaque labelled ” R. J. B. Seaman.”
We then went home and talked -cars. long into the night, with frequent reference to back numbers of MOTOR SPORT.
Incidentally, anybody so unwise as to mention a certain 96 m.p.h, M.G. had to buy the beer. . . .
All the best for your excellent journal. I am, Yours etc.,
PETER J. N. EVE.
Walton on -Thames.