During those early years, the Wildcat team scored success on
success at scootering events far and wide, including the Isle of Man, and the
Hampshire Union became one of the biggest racing clubs in the country. There
was hardly a grass track, rally, hill climb or road race meeting (called 'time
trials' with impossibly high average speeds) that did not have a full compliment
of wildcat machines in every capacity class going.
The atmosphere at these events was wonderful, with every rider knowing every
other rider in their classes. It was a great way to spend a weekend away, and
was more like a family outing than a serious motor sport. Though we all took
our racing very seriously indeed. Once on the track, all acquaintances were
forgotten and it was devil take the hindmost to the chequered flag.
We would quite often set off late Friday afternoon in convoy, and all meet up
at a pre-arranged meeting point for a well deserved break from the quite often
long distances involved getting to the track. Cadwell Park was one I remember
well as being one of the killers, quite often taking nearly all night travelling
to get there in our ragamuffin collection of hired vehicles.
The closer tracks, such as Mallory Park and Lydden Hill were great for the social
aspect. I remember Mallory in particular had an excellent club-house which was
always heaving with bodies by the time we arrived. By the time we had 'refreshed'
ourselves with several pints of local beer, quite often the labours of putting
up our tents seemed a particularly silly idea, especially in the earlier or
later parts of the season when there would quite often be a sharp frost, and
we would just throw our sleeping bags into the back of the vans and crash out
where they landed. Quite often regretting this later in the night, when struggling
to get out over a myriad of snoring bodies to empty our straining bladders.
Les hardly ever missed a race meeting, despite his increasing workload. Often
driving up in his own car to meet us first thing in the morning, or joining
in the convoy overnight. He was an invaluable asset to have in the pits, since
he would never shy away from a complete engine strip down between races if he
thought it would improve the chances of a win. Many of his high compression
racing engines were very sensitive to air temperature and weather conditions,
sometimes proving a devil of a job to start and keep running on the same spark
plugs. He would run up and down the pits, pushing a coughing and spluttering
'drowned' bike in sometimes desperate attempts to get the machine out on to
the start grid for the parade lap prior to a race.
Because of Les's pioneering experiments with over-boring and advanced porting
methods, some of his larger engines proved to be prone to heavy seizures during
a prolonged race due to thin cylinder walls. This was very frustrating, since
we would see our riders in a leading race position, only to be thwarted by an
engine lock up just before the end. The 225cc sidecars were particularly vulnerable
to this type of miss-hap. Poor old Pete Hockley sometimes seemed to have the
Angel of Death looking down on him. He was a particularly skilled rider in all
aspects of the sport, but had terrible luck in some events. The race results
often not reflecting his incredible riding prowess.
I sometimes thought that he didn't possess a sense of balance such as was bestowed
on other human beings. He rode like he was on gimbals, getting away with almost
impossible angles of lean and ridiculously high speed through corners. At places
like Lydden Hill, he was simply terrifying to watch. Overcooking it on every
bend, then grass tracking for another 100 yards as he wrestled with a bucking
machine to regain the track. Never once falling off, as I remember. His adventures
on his sidecar outfit with 'Dudley' as passenger were equally as exciting to
behold, though often abruptly terminated by the aforementioned horrendous engine
seizures.
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