Burning Rubber
For a few years I went back to pool and darts and in 1985 I was given the opportunity to be a passenger on a banger racing car . A banger (stampkar) was reinforced with any piece of steel bar or pipe you could find lying around .

Although normally fairly strong it was/is not a very safe sport . It was such an awesome experience that I bought my first "racing car "that same evening after the race . The 1965 Ford Anglia I bought for R500 was still road legal and running .

 I decided to rather build a modified racing car that will hopefully last me a few years than a banger that will last you half a season . Me and my heavy , neither of us mechanics or panel beaters , started to build a racing car .

Did not take us long to finish the car and because of money we kept the 1300 motor in the car and entered the 1300 stock series . Car was painted with a very nice PVA that we found lying around and sign writing was undertaken by myself . It was a magnificent piece of machinery and the time has come to let it loose on the race track .


I have never been on a race track as a driver but entered a race anyway . No better place to learn with 30 other cars around you on a 300 meter oval track .

 When I pulled into my assigned pit area I already had 4 supporters standing there waiting for me . I did know anyone of them but they offered me beer and became friends by default . Later the one gentlemen became my pit mechanic and another my spray painter .

Thing was so uncomplicated those years . You leave your car on the trailer , they come and scrutiniser it , if it had four wheels it would pass and you go and get your entry sorted .

One of my new fans came over to give me some advice ,  as they have learned by now that this will be my first race and I am not really a international world champ of some sorts . Stay away from the tire barrier he warned me , grab the inside lane and stay there .

 I thought to myself , what the hell dude , you cannot pass on the inside !!! That was really stupid advice . Anyway I forgot about that soon enough and after some marshal stuck a huge green sticker on my door to show everybody in the world that I am a rookie , I got on the track at the back of the field .

It was a rolling start and I had the outside lane next to Mini . When the flag dropped I was already pushing into 3rd gear . The very first corner I touched the tire wall and the car went belly up .

















By the time the tow-truck got me and the car back to the pits I only had two supporters left ! That was my introduction to dirt oval track racing and I loved it so much I continued for another 15 years .

But after a big accident at the National championships in Bloemfontein I decided to call it a day and do something safer and cleaner . I became a fisherman .