The Progress Continues

An idea here, and an idea there, this was Martin scheming all the time and asking, "Where can I get another half a second from?" A race drivers 'nightmare' is inevitably encountered and the only (and cheapest) answer is 'I must simply try harder' the next race.

Not a Friday that I can recall (yes I fly down from Johannesburg for every race event as well as visit my elderly folks) has Martin not gone out to practice and NOT come back into the pits and make an adjustment. Some Friday nights, late into the night (en n paar 'Milos' sterk ook - (all in the 'spirit' of classics)) did he not try and out think the opposition by guessing the conditions for the race day. Sometimes it was just jetting changes, on others it was timing adjustments, maybe tyre pressures, but changes were inevitable (soos Lou sê (louis Powell's pit mac) - krap moet hy krap).

The rewards were sometimes (mostly) sweet, at other occasions not so sweet. On a bad race day, you could bet your last bottom dollar, the following day (Sunday) the motor would be pulled, bearings checked, head off, valves checked, pistons checked....(the go slow factor has to be found). By the next race event it was back onto the track and burning up the tar and race times were always convincing.

It was inevitable, class B was no longer good enough.

Yes you guessed it, break out times were done (if I recall it was a 1:25:7) resulting in the 'Chickenplucker' being promoted to the big league, class A (WPMC - Killarney).

Dicing with Porche's, Can-Am's and other ferocious 6 cylinder monsters is not an easy feat. As stated beforehand, he's 'Never Say Die' attitude still prevails.

Coming up to a back marker (Billy Mathee) with the growling Porche's (Kieth Rose, Herman Scholtz and Clive Spolander) hounding the Datsun SSS.

Kieth Rose giving chase to the Datsun SSS