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Freeman of the City of London

It was an honour to be awarded the title of a Freeman of the City of London.

Although the privileges once afforded to those becoming a Freeman, being able to drive sheep not the City of London, being drunk without fear of arrest, and drawing a sword in public, have long gone, I felt proud on the special day.

 

Freeman of City of London March 2013
Freeman of City of London March 2013
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My early introduction to racing cars

In my previous article, Brooklands, my first visit I wrote about my fathers’ Riley pre-select geared car, and I remembered some old photographs, and I still am a boy racer.

Phillip Holt Riley Car
Phillip on holiday and the Riley Car

Phillip Holt in the divers seat of Riley Car

Phillip in the divers seat of the riley with mother standing

Phillip's Racing Peddle Car
Phillip’s Racing Peddle Car
Phillip Holt in his peddle racing car, plus family. Kath, my father, Grand Father, Grand Mother and Uncle Fred
Phillip Holt in his peddle racing car, plus family.
Kath, my father, Grand Father, Grand Mother and Uncle Fred

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.

See I am still a boy racer article.