“Very shortly before the start, Reg said to me, ‘We need somebody to do the refueling. Will you do it?’. I agreed, and tried each fuel hose. They didn’t have a ‘dead man’s handle’, just a lever that turned on and off. The lever on one hose was nice and free and the others were quite tight, so I took the one with the easier action. The fuel hose was pretty rigid and quite heavy, with a heavy metal spout and lever. So I had this under my right arm, and a di-stick in the fingers of the same hand (Reg wanted to know how much fuel had been used between each stop), leaving the other hand free to open the flap covering the filler-cap. I then had to open the cap, dip the tank, put the spout in and fill it.
“Whenever our cars came in, just before the driver got out, there was always a small blow-back of flame through the exhaust. This time, when Roy came in to hand over to Stirling, I rushed forward to start my procedure and, as I did so, somehow the lever got knocked on – I still don’t know how. The first thing I saw, as I was fumbling with the body-flap over the filler cap, was a flicker of flame running down the back of the car, between the headrest and the wheel arch. I thought, ‘That shouldn’t be there!’. I was staggered, then suddenly it went ‘Whoof’ and, I must admit, I just dropped everything and ran. Then I realised that petrol was still gushing out, so I pulled the hose towards me, turned off the tap and laid it out of the way. For this race we had reverted back to the side exhaust and it was obvious that fuel from the open tap had coincided with the exhaust blow-back…
“Later, I went back to the pits and Reg Parnell and (company owner) David Brown were standing on the grass strip separating the pits from the track. Reg swore at me ‘You stupid so-and-so!’ in front of everybody and I felt terrible. I was very upset about that remark… After the race I walked up to John, a little bit in fear and trembling, and said, ‘I’m very sorry Mr Wyer but what can I say?’
“‘Nothing’, he said, “I’ve forgotten it, now you forget it!’”.
Hard-nosed, you see, just flat, unemotionally, realistic. That’s The Real Racer’s way…
Photography courtesy of The GP Library