My father had a vague connection with Pat Keen (I think they may have spent some time in the same regiment, I seem to remember a Royal Hampshire crest on a dark green +8) so from as young as I can remember (and probably a bit before that) we hung around the paddock of various meets, seeing the sights, smelling the smells and hearing the noises of Morgans racing.
He ordered his (rather more sedate) 4-seater 4/4 when I was not quite ten years old, and took delivery when I was in my mid-teens. That is the car which now graces my garage some 30 years later. It's not so much an obsession as a genetic imperative...
Last edited by Oakvillian; 21/04/15 08:27 PM.
