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ourteen Hours, Fourteen Records.
The idea came from Williams or, more specifically, from Peter Collins, the Williams
Grand Prix team manager, and from Sheridan Thynne, a Williams stalwart and former saloon car racer who today
works as Williams sponsorship co-ordinator. The F1 team already have close links with the Austin-Rover Group,
Leyland Vehicles sponsored the Williams Grand Prix team in 1981, and since then the Williams cars have
carried BL indentification. What car in the BL range best lent itself to a British speed record attempt? The car chosen was the Rover 2400SD Turbo Diesel, a model sold in comparatively small numbers in Britain
and thus in need of a filip. The venue was a straight choice between the MIRA test track - where Autotests
are carried out - and a closed racing circuit, like Snetterton, in Norfolk. Much higher average speeds would
be attained on the banking at MIRA - but then the existing reconrds had been set at Snetterton. If we chose
the latter, straightforward comparisons would mean more. In addition, the Rover would be subjected to a much
greater test, in terms of tyre, brake, gearbox and engine wear. The long - old - circuit at Snetterton
comprises over two miles of straight, a hairpin and six medium- to high-speed corners. Compared with that,
MIRA is tedious in the extreme. So Snetterton it was. The date was fixed for early December - the night of the Grovewood Award presentations,
as it turned out. The attempt was to last for 24 hours, would be recorded by a squad of official RAC
timekeepers and would involve six drivers. Peter Collins, who in his younger days represented Autstralia in
the Hong Kong kart Grand Prix, would head the line-up. Then there was Sheridan Thynne, complete with his ols
Les Leston helmet and string-backed gloves; John Aley, of rollover bar frame; Charlie Chrichton-Stuart, another
Williams employee and a good enough F3 racer in the 1960s to have finished third at Monaco; Charlie Moody,
the team's chief mechanic; and Windsor. I was there mainly as a journalist, partly as Metro racer. Aley's involvement wa in many ways the keu to the exercise. Another saloon car driver drom the 1960s, Aley
had since been involved in a host of successful record attemps; indeed, the records we set out to break in
the Rover had beeb established by Aley, Desire Wilson and John Cole in a Ford Granada Diesel in 1978.
He was thus perfectly placed to ensure that our attempt ran as smoothly as possible. Together with Collins,
he beganin early November to organize the time-keeping and to caculate exactly the lap rimes and the number
of laps we would require to break up to 19 British records. On top of that, there were contingency plans
to make: what would happen if we lost time due to mechanical failure? How much fuel would be needed according
to the various speeds required? The car came straight from ARG in absolutely standard trim; nothing at all was done to the engine or the
suspension and it was decided that little would be done to the interior, either. There would be no roll cage,
and we would use the standard seats and seat belts. We were intending to break records, not the car. But still there was much preparation to be done . We would be using 175 SR 14 Goodyear Grand Prix S tyres;
these had to be shod to three sets of trim. The rules of record-breaking strictly control the repairs which
may be made. If the car stops away from the pits, no outside assistance is allowed. Thus a huge number of
spares had to be carried on board the Rover - from fuel churns to throttle cables to new oil pumps; about
he only thing we didn'tneed, it seamed , were spark plugs! Collins set about the management in a way that said much about the current success of the Williams team.
Each of the drivers was allocated a number; among other things, this wouls tally with a pre-set range of
cockpit seat positions, thus easing changeovers during pits stops. Each of the F1-trained mechanics was
given responsiblility for a certain part of the car; Charlie Moody would check tyre and brake wear and would
wupervise wheel changes. John Cadd would check engine oil levels, general engine condition and would also
work on wheel changes. Malcolm Swetnam, an ARG engineer who this year plans to go Metro racing, would
replenish things like wiper-washer bottles and would see to the engine's overall welfare. Ken "Biggles"Sagar
would provide the motorhome that he recently bought from TAG and would be in charge of re-fuelling and of
keeping the fueal usage records. Tim Hargreaves, whose wife Maureen, would do the catering, would clean
the windscreen, lights and mirrors during the stops, and would also replenish the driver's drink bottle.
Yes, the driver would have a drink bottle at his disposal - and a two way radio. The attempt was set for 5-6 December, beginning at 4.00 pm. The car had been tested at Snetterton the
previous week, and quickly it was established that the records were easily attainable. Laps under 2 min. 24s.
were required; the Rover could be driven comfortably in the 2 min. 21s. and bellow that if necessary. Not
only was it more accelerative than the Granada; it also had a better top speed (104 mph in fifth, compared
with the Ford's 90 mph) and, to our minds, seemed to handle remarkable well. Understeer was there if hoy
looked for it, but the Rover could easily be thrown into oversteer, thus saving the brakes and doing much
for the lap time. The schedule was geared aroung the Grovewood Award presentations. Chrichton-Stuart and I put in a couple
of practice alps early on Monday before driving back to London for te evening activities. In the meantime,
Collins, Thynne, Alley and Moody would begin the record attempt, trying straight off to break the 500-mile
and six-hour records from a standing start. It was 1.30 am when the two of us returned to Snetterton. Darkness wasn't the word. Cold,
fog- and silence. We tip-toed up to the garages, fearing the wordt. Inside, the Rover was still hot.
"We've had to stop", said a subdued Collins. "Black ice". Would you believe it. They've had mild weather
up here for a month - and tonight has to be the night they get frost. It's impossible out there. Apart
from running the risk of going off, none of us can lap any quicker than 2 min 30s. There'sno point it
going on. The plan is to sit out the night and go for a new bucch of records tomorrow. Johan Alely's
gone home to Bury and the boys are upstairs asleep. The good news is that we've already got six records,
and if everything goes okay tomorrow we can still break another six or seven". The new starting time was agreed to be 10.00 am, with Collins again beginning the driving. Chrichton_stuart
had been scheduled to drive from 7.00 - 10.00 am, followef by me until 1.00 pm. Now all that was changed and
Chrichton-Stuart, cursing his luck, decided that he would have to return home. He had an afernoon appointment,
Rover or not. At 7.00 am there seemed to be a perceptible change in the night: by 8.00 am the suspicion was confirmed.
Snetterton was beginning another day. Excited, I took the editorial Audi Quattro round for a few laps.
The circuit was to follow your tracks. My confidence grew, helped by the superb traction of the Audi - and
then deflated a little, squeezed by a spin at the quick right-hander, after the pits. I returned to base,
where Maureen - who is used to cooking at all the European Grands Prix - had prepared porridge, egg,
bacon and sausages. The record attempt was strugging back to life. It began again at 10.40 am, with Peter Collins taking a standing start from a bemused RAC
official with a British flag. And round the Rover went, with Collins lapping consistently in the 2 min 15s
and occasionally in the 14s. Local television and radio teams passed by, interviewing Collins at opportune moment during the lap:
"How is it going so far, Peter?" Shortly before 1 o clock, however, the Rover coasted to a halt. Collins whipped round to the front, opened
the bonnet - and found what he had suspected: a broken throttle cable. He made a makeshift repair, drove
gingerly back to the pits and set the mechanics at work. At worst, five minutes would be lost. Collins'record-breaking run ended at 2.30 pm, at which point he handed over to me. New tyres and new brake
pads were fitted and enough fuel was added to keep me running non-stop until 5.00 pm. The car felt little
different from the day before, although the brakes seemed to vibrate more than I had expected. I radioed back
to base: My memory of the stint is of Aley's soothing messages - "Thatls good, Peter, just keep driving like this
and we will be just where we want to be"; "Don't try anything silly, now, there's not much longer to go and
the conditions are getting worse"- and of time quickly passing. Never have two and a half hours been so
effectively compressed into what seemde to be ten minutes or so. Those who watched the Rover in my hands
no doubt felt very differently; for my part, I enjoyed every second of it. Never more so, to be sure, than when I returned to the pits to find Rim Hargreaves with champagne at the
ready. We had lost ten hours due to ice on the track, yet still we had managed to break fourteen records in
fourteen hours. By the end, we had also taken new marks for 50 km, 10 km, 5 km, 5 miles and 10 miles from
standing starts. I's heard plenty of people savouring victory in the past, talking of the team effort and
so forth, but for the first time in my life I was beginning to understand what actually they had been going
on about. Our record run was successful purely because of the organization and preparation behind it. It
was a privilege to turn up at Snetterton merely to drive the car and to watch that organization at first hand. All credit to it and to the components it used. |
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