In my previous article, Brooklands, my first visit I wrote about my fathers' Riley pre-select geared car, and I remembered some old photographs.

Phillip Holt in the drivers seat of the Riley car, with his mother standing.

Phillip Holt standing next to the Riley car whilst on holiday


Phillip Holt in his peddle racing car, plus family.
Kath, my father, Grand Father, Grand Mother and Uncle Fred.


Phillip Holt in his number 6 peddle racing car

The all metal racing car was the real thing to me, modeled on the racing cars of the era.

I loved that car, and still raced it around as I got older, even when I got too big to sit in the seat. I would sit on the back so that I could get my feet onto the peddles, but the center of gravity shifting back, way past the rear wheels, meaning I often found the nose of the car facing up to the sky, and me on the floor.

Great days.

Oh for those who did not believe me, see, I did have curly hair.