Johnny Speirs and I set off to ride in the World Cycle Speedway Final at Garrett Park in London.
In those far-off days, neither of us had a driving licence for a car but, as I had a motorcycle licence (and a Dog
Licence), we decided to make the long trip south by motorcyle and sidecar!
I borrowed an old Triumph motorcycle and box sidecar from one of my road racing friends and we loaded the Phillips
Speedtracks into the box and set off with Johnnie clinging on gamely on the pillion seat.
Not having travelled much out of Glasgow at the time other than to Wembley for the World Speedway Final on the overnight
bus, I did not realize quite how far away London was from my home city.
Now this was long before Sat Navs or even websites where you could find out your route and mileage so I just worked
it out that, as it took me about an hour to travel the 50 miles from Eastwood in Glasgow to Edinburgh, it would take us about
8 hours to ride from Glasgow to London.(talk about a mathematical genius!).
As I had a cousin who lived in Hayes, Middlesex, I arranged that we would stay there on the way before riding into
London to Garret Park on raceday.....Seemples!
Ha!, as Rabbie said,..."The best laid plans o' mice and men gang aft agley" or something like that,
I remember that it was a roasting hot summer and I got a puncture in the rear tyre. No problem, just take out the
rear wheel, take off the tyre, whip out the trusty John Bull Repair Kit,(I could not afford to buy a spare tube) , fix
the puncture and get on our way again.
This was OK until around Scotch Corner (we were using the A1 as this was before the M74/M6/M1 were complete) and
down the tyre went again. This happened several times during our long drag south and each time, with the heat of the day and
the friction of the rear tyre, the patch would lift off and I would have to go through the whole process again.
Eventually we were shattered and could ride no further so we stopped for the night in a B&B Transport Cafe somewhere
on the A1. Next morning, we were wakened around 5am by the sound of lorry drivers clattering down the wooden
stairs to get an early start on the road.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, we eventually reached Hayes then set off for Garrett Park in South London. Totally
lost and confused by the fast-moving London traffic, and running short of time, we found a friendly motorcycle despatch
rider to guide us on our way to the track.
Unfortunately, after all our mishaps on the way down from Glasgow, plus getting lost in London, when we arrived at
the track, the meeting was already well underway and we could not ride!
I was devastated and Johnnie didn't feel too good either, 400 miles, umpteen punctures and at the end of the day,
nothing to show for it, so there was nothing else to do but turn around and point the front wheel of the Triumph to the North
and head home again. I think the round trip took us at least 5 or 6 days and I don't think that Johnnie ever travelled to
an away meeting on a motorcycle again and certainly not with me!
Let's hope that the boys trip to the U.S. of A. goes much smoother and that their Jumbo Jet doesn't get a puncture
as I have run out of John Bull patches!"
Bert Harkins
Devon!
A marvellous summer tour in 1966
-- Johnny Speirs, myself and Gidgie linked up with Edinburgh's Sighthill Hammers to race at five tracks in glorious Devon.
Truly fantastic time -- still etched in my memory 45 years later!
Although I wasn't racing, I can offer
having watched a matched this January in Adelaide, South Australia. The local CS club had an exhibition at the
Sidewinders junior (speedway) track, and I picked up enough info from their display to find the track that weekend.
Those who remember the great John
Gleave, consigliere of Manchester's Blackley Fliers in the mid-sixties --- I used to liken Josh to Fagin, a scheming
paymaster surrounded by a horde of scruffy kids --- might be surprised to learn he was also spectating at the same junior
speedway, along with John Whiting.....
Dick Barrie
Calum Macaulay writes
The Hampden Hawks raced at the top of Kingswood Drive where I lived as a boy and directly opposite
Sandy and John Robertson's house who probably hold the record for the shortest travelling distance !
Furthest I got was Davidson Mains for some event in 1968/9 myself Billy Mcmillan Alan Mccoll and a few other raced
all day it seemed, totally knackered even at the tender young age of 15 but we held the flag for Glasgow cycle speedway
and won "I think".
George Christie