VETERAN TYPES X.-A DARRACO "FLYING FIFTEEN."
VETERAN TYPES X. -A DARRACO "FLYING FIFTEEN. -A H. I bet she goes," remarked t h e village garage mechanic, a man who served his apprenticeship underneath a very early…
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sections of Inter-‘Varsity fame, however, proved to be anything but dry, and it was only by applying B.M.W. technique to the outraged Aston-Martin that I ever coaxed the protesting vehicle through at all. On the upper reaches of Hatch I noticed recent wheel marks, their general character suggesting that no novice had been responsible. Such things are rare indeed nowadays, and I examined the marks with no small interest. Could it be
Hutch I made enquiries and elicited the information that the tell-tale tracks were the handiwork of Eric Whishawone-time successful participant in Australian road races. I gathered that his recent slime-storming had been accomplished in a very elderly Jowett. . . .
The evening was well advanced by the time the Aston-Martin finally emerged triumphant from the yellow clay of Hatch Farm, and setting a course for home I paused but once more—to have a chat with a friend who had just acquired one of the old T.T. Talbots. His enthusiasm for this was considerable, but I must confess that my thoughts were still centred around the B.M.W.