Hi just a reminder about the Australia Day activities – Fay and Gary will host the Australia Day BBQ and throng throwing comp. Starts at 11.00 am on Monday 26th January. Bring your own meat for BBQ drinks and chair and a salad or dessert to share.
The internet has wrecked most new discoveries. At the swipe of an index finger, or a few well placed key strokes, arguments are settled, knowledge is instantly gained, and facts can be quoted by the instant expert. Just add Google. Notwithstanding my Luddite rant, I am nonetheless grateful that I live in an age where research is easier, but there is a part of me that craves those new experiences, revelations and stumbling upon new things.
As a youngster I had read the story of the Schumpf brothers and their amazing car collection. That infernal idiot Google tried to be helpful by letting me know that the word Schlumpf is the German word for Smurf. Go home Google, you’re drunk….
In a nutshell, Hans and Fritz Smurf were a pair of Swiss brothers who amassed a bloody big fortune in the textile industry in the war years and immediately after it. With that wealth, these two hoovered up every Bugatti, Edwardian car, vintage cars, prototypes, one offs, racers, and just about anything interesting on four wheels. They wrote to Bugatti owners everywhere and bought up everything they could get their hands on.
Apparently, Fritz was a good bloke, treating the workers in his factory well, and Hans was a bit of a Scrooge. That came back to bite them on the arse later. Between them they acquired and traded up cars throughout the post war era up to the mid sixties, factories sold them spares, Jochen Rindt sold them Lotus racers, somehow they got an entire collection of Gordinis, and many of Ettore Bugatti’s personal cars. But the big focus was Bugatti – at one point it got to over 100 of them.
The cars were squirrelled away in Mulhouse (pronounced Mooloose – like stray cattle) in a wing of their factory site, where mechanics and restorers were covertly employed to build a museum the likes of which had never been seen. In the days before paparazzi, the ‘barn find’, social media and ubiquitous hype, this was a genuine secret that was planned to be unveiled to a bedazzled public in the mid seventies. Unfortunately, this was going to be a case of flying too close to the sun, and with a prolonged downturn in the textile industry forcing the brothers Schlumpf to sell up factories, lay off workers and sell assets to stave off bankruptcy. Well, this being France, this was not a workforce that played that game in resigned defeat. In 1977 it all came to a head and a big stand off between the creditors, unions and the brothers ensued, which was never going to end well. After some more layoffs, a strike broke out, more tension and eventually the riled up workers broke in to the factory site where this Aladdin’s cave left them all slack jawed.
Eventually, with the brothers fleeing to their native Switzerland, a conglomerate of local and state government, and car club interests bought the collection for a song and sort of finished the job. The museum opened in 1982.
You drive through the back of a pretty nondescript part of Mulhouse, into a large car park (another fight with a foreign vending machine), walk cross a high bridge and past the life size stack of suspended cars jutting out of the glass fronted building. Weird but really cool too. Inside, you pay your entry, and wander expectantly across another footbridge and are greeted with a sit down screening of the story of the collection…in French. Not that this is a problem for a bloke whose French starts and ends with one swear word, please, thank you, and the assumption that saying “le” before every word kind of makes it French anyway. “Where’s the Le Dunny maaate”? Got real far with that one.
You are then lead past Fritz’s personal blown Type 35 Bugatti, a mid 70’s Ferrari F1 car, and into a huge hall filled with chronologically ordered cars dating back to the earliest of horseless carriages. I can’t adequately describe how overwhelming this experience is. It depends on what kind of a person you are – do you savour every moment or do you gorge yourself in the experience? In this case I was definitely the former. Armed with my trusty lanyard earpiece information thingy, I typed in the number of the display and was given an aural description of what I was looking at – mercifully in English. I needed it.
The above shot is some Aussie lout trying to impersonate pioneering motoring. I have been fending off calls from modelling agencies since. Eventually, you get through the tiller phase, chain drive cars, lots of early Fiats, Peugeots, Renaults, and lots of long extinct car makers, and onto the more immediately recognisable forms of the twenties and thirties.
That folks, is a genuine SSK Mercedes.
This Bugatti Type 35C is about as close to perfect as it gets for automotive styling in 1927. Next to what Ford was producing at the same time, this car has looks that would stop a clock.
This is Pinin Farina’s take on the 8C Alfa in 1936. Its something out of a Jules Verne novel, with twin superchargers, evoking images of Captain Nemo leaping from it to fight off a kraken with his rapier…or something like that. Almost 80 years later, seeing this car in the flesh seems no less impactful as when it first broke daylight three years before war broke out. Makes you wonder what would have happened to car design if these craftsmen weren’t drawn into making machines of war. Maybe we could have dodged that particularly dark period where lots of cars looked like the North end of a Southbound cow…..
An artist grabbed a Buick in 1938 and turned it into this, affectionately called “The Whale” – in French “Le Whale”. It’s seven meters long, and probably impractical for anything other than scaring small children, or not looking out of place in an LSD trip.
Who says that an engine can’t be a thing of beauty? Seems a shame to cover these up with a louvered bonnet.
I would like to have written a description for this Bugatti Type 57 variant but the batteries went dead on my lanyard thingy and telling the the guide that “me le lanyard voice thingy is sans juice mate” wasn’t cutting it. By now however, the cars became more familiar to me and I felt more confident about what was in front of me.
That’s a set of Rudge knock offs on the Gullwing. Nice touch Fritz.
And that’s a customer Ferrari 250 LM, like the one that won LeMans for Masten Gregory and Jochen Rindt in 1965.
Just as I got to the end of the ‘civilian’ cars, there was a Bugatti Veyron spinning slowly around in its own little room. Yawn…. every other cashed up gold Rolex wearing Hollywood producer type has one of those.
Turn another corner and I am in a long hall filled with the greats. Blood pressure goes up, slight intake of breath, and walking slowly up and down a long room of Grand Prix Bugatti’s, Gordini’s, Silver Arrows, Lotuses, Maserati 250F’s, Maserati 4CLT’s, and a 300SLR Merc just to top it all off.
The urge to jump the velvet rope and climb into a car or two was rather strong, and in some ways I felt a great pity that in all probability, I would never see these cars being whipped around Monaco, Spa, through Brescia at 100mph, or blasting down the long straights of Reims past the Raymond Sommer stand. Still, there are small pockets of hope as can be seen in this video http://www.motorsportretro.com/2015/01/maserati-250f-monaco-onboard/
This Ferrari 500 TRC once belonged to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s…son. That is until it was flogged off to Hans. It’s pretty in the flesh too.
I had never expected to see this car in the flesh. It’s possibly the most evocative car in the collection for me. In 1923, Ettore Bugatti embarked on one of the first aerodynamic experiments on a car and entered four of these in the French GP held in Lyon that year. One finished third, but they handled poorly and were never seen again. This is one of the survivors, left in it’s post race condition and pretty much priceless. A side note – when you won a GP at Lyon, you didn’t get an outlandish blingy sculpture to wave around while you wore a cap from another sport, you got an enormous pork sausage, a huge bottle of booze and a laurel wreath. And you definitely didn’t spray the bubbly around like a drunken fireman.
Once through the racing collection, you found yourself in a darkened moody display of the Bugatti Royale range. These cars were the standard choice of the plutocrat, aristocrat, industrialist, and for those who could afford to have servants quarters for their servants who looked after their hunting rifles. You know, the kinds of people who had more titles than Muhammad Ali, and in all likelihood weren’t prone to shyness.
Even if you hate cars, and don’t get why a sane person would get excited about a car that doesn’t have an iPod input, this is a museum with everything. It’s got a dramatic back story, it’s lavish in its presentation, eclectic, random, and reflects the best of the eccentricity that the automotive world has had to offer since its birth some 120 years ago. For car lovers, give the Louvre a wide berth (only so many Rubenesque statues and bowls of fruit you can take anyway), and head East. You won’t regret it.
Remember no membership fees paid – no historic rego!
Please be aware that at the next meeting Gordon and Don will be available for inspections from 6.30pm onwards – please let him know if you are intending to have you vehicle inspected by contacting him on 0417897905
You will need to have the following documents for historic registration – follow the link for the documents
Sprite Club Membership Renewal Form including Membership Subs or a Receipt for EFT Transfer.
Signed and Witnessed Statutory Declaration Form – and the vehicle inspected!
Current Log Book – $5.00 if a new Log Book is required.
Current Registration Certificate (Blue Registration Certificate – NOT the Registration Renewal Form)
Hi We’ve lost the list of those people who needed new name badges – if you need a new one please email firstname.lastname@example.org and we’ll get them organised!
In planning my journey through Europe earlier this year, I had made a commitment to several museums, the Goodwood Revival, and the Spa 6 Hour, a historic motorsport event held in that legendary, albeit shortened track that has seen so many great moments in motorsport history. In 1920, the public road circuit triangulated the towns of Francochamps, Malmedy and Stavelot, within the heart of the Ardennes forest. By the sixties, this track was 4 minutes of unrelenting high speed, 180mph was not an uncommon cornering speed. Also not uncommon were fatalities – 10 in the sixties alone, and this was after the pre war great Richard Seaman died in a Silver Arrow, and the remarkable Archie Scott-Brown lost his life there in a Lister Jaguar, among others. Stirling Moss had a big off there as well. Perhaps the most infamous section was the Masta Kink, where Jackie Stewart had an enormous shunt in 1966, ending up wrong side up in the cellar of a barn with broken ribs, and fuel gushing everywhere. Unsurprisingly, Jackie began a safety crusade soon afterward that divided the motorsport community.
This is Spa in 1948, looking down the start line toward Eau Rouge. Note the distinct lack of armcos, pit protection, crowd safety measures, merchandise stands, and corporate boxes. Also, no ridiculous Hollywood stars parading around trying to cross promote their newly released mediocrity. A few ad banners up though…
The Ardennes is notorious for sporadic rain, adding to the element of danger and unpredictability, which I think is what the poor mime is trying to deal with in the background. Note the gendarme looking rather casually on. In it’s current form, Spa retains a lot of its charm, speed and status as one of the great tracks. God only help us if we lose this track to another ridiculous street circuit in some far flung outpost that has no connection to motorsport at all. Like Azerbaijan. Or Wales….just kidding!
I was able to book a bed and breakfast near Malmedy for four days during the event, a brief drive to the circuit. Belgians know how to fatten you up. Enough said.
I got out of my little rental Peugeot in the packed car park and wandered through the gates to pay a very reasonable EU30 for the 3 day event. Got my wristband and slipped through the gate to the rear paddock and caught a glimpse of Eau Rouge, and a pack of Lotuses (Lotii?) screaming through. It was all a bit exciting when you come all the way from the Antipodes. Patience. I still had acres of paddock to see and historic racing memorabilia stands to wade through. I could have spent my superannuation on this alone. Instead I got a decent price for one of the kids – hope that slavery thing works out for ya son! The Masten Gregory print was well worth it.
One of the more familiar sights were the rather heavily modified Midgets and Sprites tucked away in the rear paddocks, well away from the glory hounds. The Underdog was well represented here, with some real characters fettling as they awaited their turn after the gajillion dollar race cars had their turn. By the way if you have to ask how much a gajillion is…..
If Nelson Rockefeller raced a Sprite… This fully equipped barge stopped just short of being equipped with its own casino.
As you can see, some non standard modifications here. I chatted with some of the owners as they waited their turn, asking them what it was like to take on Eau Rouge, and Pouhon in a Sprite. Most responses took the form of apprehensive grins, and what I imagine were estimations of speeds which might have been generous. Still, these blokes have bigger kajones than I do.
How many Heuvelklim’s does a Dutchman have to compete in before he gets taken seriously? Clearly this many.
As I wandered through the paddock, I ran into Chris Harris of Chris Harris on Cars fame https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hWB6vTboO5I
And just as I could think of nothing relevant to talk to Chris about, Mark Hales came out of the Drivers Club tent.
Couldn’t pass up an opportunity to have a friendly chat. Now, if you have no idea who Mark Hales is, then you should correct that. markhales.com Mark was a former BTCC runner up and is a renown historic racer, scribbler, and tester for Evo and Octane magazines, a regular at Goodwood, and an instructor. I asked him for some advice on some upcoming laps that I had booked to drive at the Nurburgring Nordscheife. Mark’s sagely advice? Don’t bin it mate! Fair enough. Asked to expand on this, Mark offered that I should drive it conservatively, and that the experience would make me want to do it again and again. How right he was.
Clearly, the GFC didn’t hit some as hard as others. Nonetheless, I was dumbstruck by the standard of cars littered throughout the paddock area. I hadn’t even made it into the pits yet. The best aspects of historic racing is represented at this event. Full access, no minders ushering you away because you are distracting them from their precious visualisation routines, and full grandstand access.
So, off to the track. These hardcore fans are determined to get an elevated view from the start line to the Kemmel straight. No looking through chicken wire for these guys. The problem is that you have to climb like Edmund Hillary to get to the top of the circuit. Fortunately, there are hot dog and beer stands at every major point of the track, giving much needed fuel for the next part of the track walk.
The view from the top of Eau Rouge. What you can’t see is me with my bonce stuffed with a gourmet sausage in a baguette, and a Jupiter beer in the other. And a big grin on my face. It’s not every day that you see a TR Ferrari chase down an Aston DB2 now is it?
You cant appreciate the sheer elevation of this track until you have walked it. It’s a coronary waiting to happen – nothing at all to do with the track side menu of beer and sausage. And the scenery is amazing. Not that I travelled all this way to admire a bunch of trees, although it was difficult to avoid given how many of them I had to stand under to make room for more of them Jupiters.
This is looking down on to the double apex left known as Pouhon. I reckon if I was in that Mini, there would be a lot of Pouhon filling the seat…
Then there were the pit garages. This was quite simply jaw dropping. So many cars that I had only read about or seen in magazines or books as a kid, now casually parked where I could wander through. Again, nobody looking irritated at you because you weren’t wearing the right lanyard, and at times offering to chat with you about how their day was going.
Except this bloke. He wasn’t much in the mood for a chin wag about his day. Brings a tear to a grown mans eyes. Apparently this was a LaSource braking issue. Either way, its a hole in his manners.
The showcase event of the weekend is the Six Hour race held on the Saturday, scheduled to end at 10pm. Neighbourhood noise complaints? These are Belgians – they don’t do feedback surveys…. This crew were practicing their driver changes.
Cockpit views. The Maserati 250F pedal box demonstrates the need to straddle the tunnel to get at the clutch. Italians and ergonomics. Not the happiest couple.
For this Aussie based fan of historic motorsport, this was a new peak. I’m definitely going back.
Sprite Club 2014
This year has been a particularly successful year in both operating terms and in terms of activity and member involvement.
Our financial position remains sound, and we continue to see regular numbers of members attending monthly general meetings, that in percentage terms represent quite a high member to participant ratio, a mark of the health of a club such as ours. We are also seeing new members arriving in pleasing numbers.
It has also been terrific to see the number of members attending the various events throughout the year, and reflects not only the hard work of the committee, but the dedication of members to see the club continue to prosper, and more importantly, to be relevant to members and to be enjoyed by members. The events throughout the year have been both traditional and varied, and I hope have suited the needs of thee membership in general.
On a person level, it has been an enormous privilege to serve as president for the year, and to be part of a hardworking and cohesive committee, and I very much look forward to enjoying more of the comraderie that is so much a feature of the Sprite Club, in 2015.
May I take the opportunity to thank the following, and to apologise if I miss anyone:
The committee members for their ongoing hard work in ensuring the club remains relevant and viable;
The members for their focus on keeping the club active and enjoyable, by attending meetings and as many of the events that are scheduled as possible and generally supporting what makes this club a success;
The diligent pixie(s) behind this electronic marvel (our email and website) that keeps us all up to date with the news and events.
May I also take the opportunity to wish each and every member the very best for the festive season. May you all have a very Merry Christmas, and a safe, happy and healthy (dare I say Spritely!) New Year.
Looking forward to seeing all at the February 2015 General Meeting.
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Brooklands was the first stop on my ‘Bucket List’ trip earlier this year. Actually I had to Google what a Bucket List was – although I assumed that it was a list of things to do before you ‘kick the bucket’, I was still curious. Turns out the expression is linked to kicking the bucket that you stand on when you hang yourself. Seeing as that isn’t on my list of things to do, I’ll stick to my trip to Brooklands.
I had just got off the plane after a 14 hour flight from Singapore overnight, and by 9am I had driven the half hour to Weybridge, Surrey, crossing about fifty roundabouts on the way. Oddly, the museum is located next to the enormous Mercedes World dealership, which has a huge skidpan and a handling course on it. As I headed inside there were some hapless customers trying out their best Ken Block impressions with their new C Class coupes. Yawn…I moved on.
The whole place has a ‘time has stopped’ feel to it, and is not at all over presented. The longer you spend here the more you realise how carefully the place has been preserved. Walking past the rudimentary pits, you read names like Seagrave, Railton, Capt George Eyston, Earl Howe, Malcolm Campbell, John Cobb, Woolf Barnato, Prince Bira, and so on. Quite the company to be keeping.
Inside the various buildings, it is hard to absorb the full collection that is stored here. Eclectic is not the word. In one glass cabinet in one corner is a display of Innes Ireland paraphernalia, and just as venerated is the curcuits longest serving timekeeper. For hours I stared at programmes and intricately filled out time sheets, read race reports, and gazed at the trophies of the twenties. They were proper pieces of silverware, not some postmodern abstract shape glued to a plinth with the sponsors logo cynically printed on the base to “maximise exposure” as it is today.
This is Yours Truly next to a life size Denis Jenkinson. Needs no introduction. If you think he does, well, he won the World Sidecar Champion as a passenger with Eric Oliver, rode with Sir Stirling Moss in the 1955 Mille Miglia, and was hands down the best motorsport writer ever, and a world class curmudgeon. Fearless? This little bloke who looks like something out of a movie about Middle Earth had more courage in his left pinkie than I had as a mad teenager. I was more than happy to be in his company. Even if it was a cardboard cut out. Oh, and that’s a Duesenberg crank he’s standing on.
Never been so tempted to break in to a cabinet as I was that day….
Not at all in keeping with the rest of the place, a McLaren simulator was set up, pre loaded with the original Brooklands track as it was run in the 20’s. A couple of brash Germans had set a 46 second time before this overweight Aussie slipped his shoes off and dropped in and beat that by 4 seconds. Take that Hans und Karl!
The museum is littered with Specials – crazy concoctions that only those with loony tendencies would dare to put on the banking. This one, the ‘Nanette Special’ is typical. One Felix Scriven decided to commission this two seater from a Yorkeshireman, who put a 6 cylinder Sage engine in it. Hence the Mother Goose moniker – get it? Mother Goose…stuffed with Sage. Anyway, it went bang, so Mother Goose got a Hooker engine in it, and it was renamed the Nanette Special. I don’t think I want to try to understand that one…. Anyway, it won the 90mph long distance race, but had an unhelpful habit of spraying hot oil all over the driver and catching fire. Damned inconvenient. The last time it did this, only the front wheels and engine was serviceable. No worries, it was rebuilt and had a supercharger fitted to it. Nutcases, the lot of them. You have to admire these pioneering gentlemen racers. I can’t see a Rick Kelly doing this….
I don’t know much about bikes, but I can sure appreciate this Brough Superior.
This is the John Cobb, Napier Railton Special. This aero engined car broke 47 speed records at the Bonneville Salt Flats, at Montlhery, and at Brooklands. It is the car that Darth Vader would drive around the Death Star. It didn’t catch fire and try to kill anyone, but at 24 litres and 12 cylinders, and with rear brakes only, it doesn’t need to. It would scare you to death well before anything else. As it sat there, I asked for a sneaky sit inside the car. Denied. And looked scornfully upon. Almost asked to leave. Drooled on it instead.
It’s not all cars and bikes here. Brooklands is also the home of some serious aviation history. The curators in this section of the museum are rather more nutty than the car boys. Probably frustrated that they can’t scramble before breakfast and have a crack at the Hun before a cup of cha and a soft boiled egg I suppose.
This big green keg is one of the Barnes Wallis bouncing bombs that 617 Squadron used to turn the Ruhr Valley into a surf beach in 1943.
This was always going to be as close as I would get to a flight on Concorde. Lot smaller than you might imagine, but the whole idea was not to make you hang around.
Nowhere around here somewhere is the famous bump on the Banking where all of those famed shots are taken by brave souls with all four wheels in the air at 120mph. I couldn’t find it for the life of me.
Just as I had finished the descent from the top of the surprisingly steep banking (you get a gentle warning about this beforehand from the polite little man who sells you the entry ticket), a cloth capped lady chunters past on the banking.
This is what is left of the banking. Despite the sadness of this image, it is nonetheless understandable that in these modern safety obsessed risk managed times, we really couldn’t faithfully re create the Brooklands of old. You can’t have an aero engined fire breathing missile thundering through the banking, overtaking some petrified bloke in an E.R.A, where there are no fences at the top, no run off areas, and certainly no telemetry and pit radio to tell you that you are 2 psi down on your right front. Still, it would be quite tempting….
So, if you go the land of Curry, Beefeaters, Cornish Pasties, and roundabouts, get yourself to Brooklands. Leave the gawkers behind at Buckinghuge Palace, and get some motorsport history into you.
And P.S – the curators are all mad historians of the place and are more than happy to regale you with all sorts of tales (in the Queen’s English of course)!
Merry Christmas and a Happy New year from the Sprite Club of SA.Also a heads up on the epic day of the thong – Fay and Gary want to host the Australia Day BBQ and throng throwing comp. Starts at 11.00 am. Bring your own meat for BBQ drinks and chair and a salad or dessert to share. More updates to come in the new year!
Invitation is extended to members of ClubbiesSA and the Sprite Club to share a coffee and croissant at our usual 3rd Sunday gathering place, the Rezz Hotel (details below) from 9.30am.
I have arranged with our host Fred Hamood for a discounted price on a coffee (latte/cappuccino/flat white/expresso) and a croissant (ham & cheese or jam) all for $8.00 only. ClubbiesSA will underwrite a small amount for each person to help the price. If you want to have a full breakfast, rather than just coffee, this choice is up to you.
The trick is, if you want to get this price, you have to come and get a token off me and present it at the counter when you order. I will also give you a raffle ticket as at around 10.15am or thereabouts we are going to have draws of gifts donated by the Rezz – wine and Kris Kringle type fun gifts.
If you are a clubbie member, it will also be a chance to catch up with me about renewing membership.
Remember, December is a busy time and we have continuous clubbie options with a first Sunday at Blackwood next week, this second Sunday option and then a third Sunday back at the Rezz! When too many clubbies are never enough!
Look forward to seeing all you Clubbies and Sprites.
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