My Dad was Alan Jones (died 27/02/17 aged 82) I was brought up on the back seat of the car (with obligatory rack on the back) travelling to meetings. Remember Dad going up with the tapes Wolverhampton or Cradley c1964. Dad retired wasps 1968. Said he was losing too many races! Very fond memories of Somerton Park, wandering around the pits (aged 3-4 trying to put my hand up hot exhausts) always a spare tyre under the bed, Jap engine in a washing up bowl of oil every Saturday, leathers being polished. Still have dad’s sole plate in the garage. Great names I read here from my childhood. Cyril Francis was a regular visitor over the years long after they had both retired, to our house until he became ill. Dad bought my brother and I our first motorbike, a schoolboy scrambler when I was 8. I’ve been a biker ever since. I had to learn not to do a drop clutch start when I sat my test. What happy times. Courage cockerel still in the attic
