Wyn's cars & bikes

Stories and memories
A passion is sparked
Wyn: "As a small boy, we had two carriages with two horses to pull them that were kept in the mews behind 14 Queen Anne Street in London. They were looked after and driven by our coachman, Chilton. In 1908, and after a lot of financial calculations, Dad came to the conclusion that a motor car would be more serviceable than horses. Having decided to make the change, he didn’t want his pet horses to fall into bad hands, so he decided to send them to the zoo to be slaughtered for exotic animal feed. Chilton was delegated to carry out the task but being the day of the month when they habitually went to be shod, he duly took them to the smith and then on to the zoo after having nice new shoes fitted! Dad then sent Chilton to driving school. He was in fact sent twice to make sure he learnt thoroughly, as on his first solo trip he promptly crashed headlong into the gate post, all the time pulling on the wheel and shouting: “Whoa!” which made this small boy laugh and laugh.
I was eight years old when Dad bought our first car - a Daimler TB22 Drophead with a sleeve valve engine - and cannot adequately describe the frisson of excitement I felt when I first saw it sitting on our driveway. This being what was called a Silent Knight, it had double sleeves i.e. the piston was inside one sleeve which opened the inlet ports which in turn was inside another sleeve which opened the exhaust ports and this in turn was inside the cylinder. Silent perhaps but the friction must have been unimaginable. I learned to drive right then and there, manoeuvring around the yard, and eventually down to the road and back. My lifelong passion for cars, combustion engines and the possibility of speed and adventure was well and truly sparked."
Wyn's first motorbike
Wyn: "Apart from the compulsory classes one could opt for extras, and I was naturally drawn to the School of Mechanics and the School of Woodworking. I think that with the exception of rowing, I spent all my free time in the School of Mechs. Motorbikes were of course prohibited for current use, but the building was suitably placed so one could get out on the back road to Datchet and there were several machines kept and used clandestinely. It was at this time that I got my first - an ARNO bought second hand from my mother’s jeweller Mr Harris. I can’t remember how we managed to get petrol, but we did. I also can’t remember many of its specs, but it drove well, and I remember making disc wheels for it. It was subsequently replaced by a two-speed Enfield with troubling slipping gears which were simply friction bands rather in the old Model T Ford style."
Getting his licence
Wyn: "For the summer of 1915 my mother wanted me out of the way as usual and sent me up to an old friend of hers in Bridlington. It was a summer of learning! I was 14, soon to be 15 in September, and it was there that I really learnt to drive a car properly. My host had a Calcot 10½hp two-seater with dickey (an excellent little car at that time) and a licence was no problem: there was no age limit and no test, just a 5/- fee."
Wyn's introduction to Frazer Nash
Wyn: "My first memory of my sister's future husband Freddy was when he was back from Mesopotamia, recovering from his wounds and staying in a pub near Paddington Station. He had a GN - a cyclecar made in London between 1910-25 and named after its founders H R Godfrey and Archibald Frazer-Nash. It was an unbelievable contraption. It seated two, one behind the other, was about 2’ 6” wide and had no creature comforts. It had a V air-cooled JAP engine in front (old Morgan style) with a long belt drive to the rear wheels. I remember a clever ditty going about at the time:
Nash and Godfrey hated cogs,
Built a car with chains and dogs.
And it worked, but would it if
They had built it with a diff.















































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