Star car


Marilyn Monroe in a Land Rover. True. She apparently took the wheel on the set of a Long Island fashion shoot. I wonder what she thought of a car without automatic transmission. A photograph by Sam Shaw, I came across it when I began researching Dove Publishing’s approaching update of its Land Rover book. This digital revision of every Land Rover, Range Rover, Freelander, Defender and Discovery from 1948 will now include Evoque. It might also include Marilyn Monroe.

Land Rover’s photo archive is exemplary. One wishes other manufacturers were as well organised. If it doesn’t have a contemporary picture (and it usually does) Land Rover will recreate one. The vehicles last so long they can lay their hands on pretty well a full set. They did this of a pre-production one driving through Packington Ford, on an original route used by development engineers in 1948. What a wonderful practical no-nonsense machine; strong chassis, aluminium body – what else could you need?

I went on the press launch of the first Range Rover in 1970, co-driving with one of my distinguished predecessors at The Sunday Times, Maxwell Boyd. We might even have driven this blue YVB 253H over Cornish roads, including some Land’s End Trials hills like Beggar’s Roost. What a revelation. Here was a car as much at home on the motorway as on the farm. Scarcely believable. And like the wading 1948 Land Rover the original Range Rover still looks elegant and efficient. The proportions are perfect, the detailing faultless. The late Spen King got things right first time, identifying his market precisely. He just knew his customers would want big door handles you could work without taking your gloves off on a cold day. How exactly right it was for “gentleman farmers” to have a luxury-feel inside a car, which could, if necessary, be hosed-down after a day in the agriculture. This 2010 picture re-created the original brochure shoot of 1970 in Snowdonia, North Wales.

Mike Hawthorn and Rob Walker


The re-creation of Mike Hawthorn’s Jaguar was a bit of a surprise. Old racing cars have been rebuilt following fatal accidents but usually using bits from the original. This is a calculated reconstruction of a car destroyed on the Guildford bypass on 22 January 1959. The wreckage was taken to Jaguar, broken up and, according to Rob Walker, burnt before being scrapped.
Remaking it seemed almost mawkish until I read how it had been done by my fellow Goodwood Road Racing Club member Nigel Webb, as a tribute to the 1958 World Champion. Opened in 2009 Webb’s private museum is devoted to Hawthorn’s memory and his cars include 774RW the 1955 Le Mans winning D-type, together with much Hawthorn memorabilia. It took ten years to build the Mark 1 saloon, replica of Hawthorn’s road car on loan from Jaguar. Only the original’s badge bar and keys remain. The DVLC refused to reissue the VDU881, the original registration, but Webb persuaded them to auction 881VDU.
Speculation about Hawthorn’s accident persists. How astonishing that the best driver in the world should be killed so inauspiciously. It looked so careless. There were theories about the handling of the Jaguar, about a non-standard throttle control, about the Dunlop Duraband tyres, about the rain-soaked road. None was completely convincing.

On 25 August 1998 Rob Walker talked to Eoin Young and me, on condition that we never revealed exactly what he told us until after his death. We had both known him from racing days; he had been a sort of neighbour of mine in Sutton Veny and Eoin and I visited him at his home in Nunney, Somerset. He was still in good health at 80 but died four years later from pneumonia. In 1959 Rob was driving his Mercedes-Benz 300SL on the same road, at the same time as Hawthorn.
Robert Ramsey Campbell Walker, of Frome, Somerset, garage-owner at Dorking, told the Coroner’s inquest in Guildford Guildhall, that at 11.55 am on that Thursday he was driving his Mercedes car from Somerset towards Guildford. He came along the Hog's Back road, then joined the Guildford by-pass.
He stopped at the link road junction to see what traffic was approaching. He had seen in his mirror a dark green Jaguar coming up behind. It had to stop behind him. He had no notion who the driver was.
Witness pulled away and soon the Jaguar came alongside, about opposite Coombs' filling station. "The driver seemed to equal my speed, turned round and gave me a very charming smile. I recognised Mike Hawthorn and turned and waved back."
Asked by the coroner what his speed was then, witness replied: "I haven't any idea. I was in second gear." The coroner: Are you telling me seriously you have no idea of your speed? Witness repeated that he had no idea. Continuing, he said the Jaguar's speed was increasing all the time. "As he passed me I slackened my speed. There was a great deal of spray around and I did not want to be too close.
“I suddenly saw the back of his car break away slightly when he was 30 to 50 yards away. I was very surprised because I couldn't see any reason for it. I didn't think much about it; it was a most normal thing to happen to him and I expected him to correct it. He did not slow at all.
“My impression is that his speed increased all the time and the car didn't correct at all, but the tail went out farther and farther, and suddenly I realised it had got to a state of no return, when even Mike Hawthorn could not do anything about it.”
Rob told Eoin and me: “I had a telephone call last week but I couldn’t hear who the chap was. ‘You remember me?’ he said. It’s terribly embarrassing when somebody says that. I sort of half did and half didn’t. His accent was somewhere between American and Australian then he said: ‘I’m the policeman who took the evidence from you after Mike Hawthorn’s accident’.”
Rob remembered more about the accident than the policeman had wanted him to. “I think they were a bit suspicious about him at the station. He used to drink with Mike. They knew each other well, because he took evidence on Mike’s father’s accident and he knew Mrs Hawthorn. The first thing he had said to me before the inquest was: ‘What were you doing?’ I said, ‘Well Mike came up alongside. I saw a Jaguar behind me coming down from the Hogs Back onto the Guildford Bypass. And I said I wasn’t accustomed to having Jaguars behind me, so I sort of accelerated on to the Guildford Bypass. He came up alongside and waved and I saw it was Mike Hawthorn. I said we were having a bit of a dice down the road.”
The police officer was aghast. Rob continued: “He said to me, ‘Don’t ever mention that word again in your life. It’s against the law to dice on British roads and if anybody hears you say that, you’ve absolutely had it’. Well, I thought, this is a good man. From then on we along pretty well. Afterwards he obviously realised he’d done me a good turn. He used to borrow a car every weekend from the garage, until I think the big boys got on to what he was doing. The chief of police came and saw me and asked, ‘Does he come over here often,’ so I said oh I’ve seen him once or twice. I didn’t say any more.”

Goodwood tribute: Mike Hawthorn and Lofty England
Rob told us the officer was seconded to royal protection duties before leaving the police and going to America, where he remained until his wife died in 1985. “He was about my age. I said to him ‘I’ll bet you one person who isn’t alive and that’s the gardener who saw the whole thing and guessed the speed.’ He said ‘Well you’re bloody wrong, he is. He’s 90 years old.’”
Eoin asked Rob if the gardener had told the court how fast he was going?
Rob: “Well, you see, one thing the coroner wanted was to get the speed we were doing. He wasn’t being spiteful. Obviously he had to establish some sort of speed so he asked me. I said well when I was driving in the wet I didn’t spend time looking at my speedometer. I said the only thing I can tell you is that I’d just changed into top gear, when Mike passed. In the 1950s going into top gear to most people meant 40 to 50 mph, but in the 300SL I never changed into top under100 mph. Sometimes a bit more. Of course I didn’t tell him that.”

The inquest found the gardener: “He lived up above the Guildford Bypass, looked down and he, I suppose said he was a witness because he claimed, ‘Oh I heard them going down the road - terrible noises they were making, absolutely flat out,’ to which the coroner said, ‘Yes well we don’t want to hear about that, how fast were they going?’ The gardener’s estimate was, ‘Oh, they must have been going at least 80mph.’ It was probably the fastest speed he’d ever heard of. This was absolutely ideal, because if he’d said any slower, nobody would have believed him, and if he’d said any faster they would have said what bloody fools we had been. So 80mph was written into the book and that’s what it always was.”
Rob told us he never opened the newspapers afterwards. “Michael Cooper Evans went through them all when we did a book together, and they’ve lain in that drawer ever since the accident. I didn’t want to look at them. I know some of them said pretty horrible things.
Rob’s policeman friend told him more things he hadn’t known at the time. Apparently somebody had been going to make a film about Hawthorn. This hand throttle that he’d fitted was going to feature as an explanation of the accident. The film makers wanted photographs of it but as a policeman he considered it his duty not to say anything about it. Rob was not sure he didn’t make a bit of money out of it.
“The account of the hand throttle is all written in Chris Nixon’s book Mon Ami Mate. I asked if he (the police officer) had seen the hand throttle, and he said no, he hadn’t. He described what happened, ‘We put the remains of the Jaguar in Coombs’ Garage and we covered it with some sheet. The great mistake was that we didn’t put a guard on it all night. Somebody had been at it by next day.’ I asked did he think the person had removed the hand throttle, and he said yes he thought they had. He said another thing this person removed was Mike’s cap. That was definitely missing. Mike’s cap was very distinctive.”
Rob asked the policeman what had happened to the car. “Jaguar whipped it. They took it very smartly up to Jaguars, and this part I don’t know whether you can say or not because it is obviously very secret. He told me they burnt it.”

Rob discussed the accident with FRW “Lofty” England: “I’ve talked to Lofty about it many times, and he always sticks to the story of those Durabands. They held wonderfully in the wet, but when they did go they gave no warning whatsoever. Lofty said that’s what happened. What Nixon said in his book absolutely complies with what I said at the inquest. I told the Coroner’s court that the car was turned round and facing me, but the throttle was still wide open. I said I could hear the noise of it wide open. This seemed a most peculiar thing to me. But with a hand throttle it would be normal. And of course Lofty England and I completely disagree. Then the mechanic Nixon quotes in the book says that he fitted a hand throttle and somebody else who has interviewed him since says that he says he didn’t. The mechanic says he didn’t. Although Nixon said he told him that he did.”

Statistics - Taking Account


Understated elegance and a great drive: Jaguar XF 2.2 diesel
Stopping changing the clocks could save 80 lives a year. It is a pity the Institute of Advanced Motorists has fallen prey to presumption. It issues a press release with a statistic which, whatever happens, is no more than an airy heading. This is the stock-in-trade of lobbyists, cranks, fraudsters and well-meaning charities. The IAM is quoting 1998 research by the TRRL at Crowthorne, a Report 368 by Broughton and Stone titled, “A new assessment of the likely effects on road accidents…”

Note, “assessment” and “likely”. Thirteen years ago its authors were cautious.

“Lives saved” has resonance. Smoking bans achieved it but let’s insert “countless” before “lives”. Estimates like this attract publicists because they are unchallengeable, one way or the other. Anti-smokers bandied figures; 5,000, 10,000 deaths prevented through reducing lung cancer and heart disease, I can’t remember. But there was no accounting for side effects. Addictive smokers took to drink; cirrhosis increased. They over-ate; obesity is epidemic. The balance of probability still supports anti-smoking but propagandists should be more measured.

Remember the campaign against driving with hand-held phones. “Lives saved” estimates were rampant. Who knows now? Lives probably have been saved. But others may have been lost because a reassuring call advising of lateness was never made. Motorcycle crash helmets were made compulsory following crusades, with guesses on lives that would be saved. The principle was probably right, head injuries were reduced but the legislation never took account of necks broken by heavy helmets. Nobody knows how many. A deliberate approach, taking account of the unexpected and never ignoring both sides of an equation is required, instead of bullying and hectoring, frightening legislators by overbearing claims. Climate scientologists and electric car zealots take note.

Caution campaigners. Seat belts and airbags have saved lives but let us not be misled by the guesswork and emotive language of safety lobbyists over-reaching themselves in pursuit of a headline.

Number One grandson. "I don't want to hear another word."

GEM and Mr Toad


Motorist is rather a Kenneth Grahame word. Toad would have been called a motorist. Hear him, chanting with uplifted voice, ‘The motor-car went Poop-poop-poop, As it raced along the road, Who was it steered it into a pond? Ingenious Mr Toad, O, how clever I am! How clever, how clever, how very clev----‘ until about two fields off he saw the chauffeur in his leather gaiters with two large rural policemen. ‘O my!’ he gasped as he panted along, ‘what an ASS I am! What a CONCEITED and heedless ass! Swaggering again! Shouting and singing songs again! Sitting still and gassing again! O my! O My! O my!’
What ho, then, for the Guild of Experienced Motorists. It describes itself as a breakdown operator and road safety charity, GEM Motoring Assist and doesn’t want the government to raise motorway speeds to 80mph. CEO, David Williams comments, “I simply cannot understand this. We believe it would be a disaster. There are very obvious road safety implications including drivers having less time to react at higher speeds. Given the road safety record is currently heading in the wrong direction, this alone is a good enough reason not to raise the limit. Then there’s the environmental aspect. An increase in speed will have a huge influence on our fuel consumption and emissions. It’s terrifying enough to be broken down on a Motorway with cars going at 70mph, imagine them all travelling almost 15% faster?”
Imagine. When GEM was established in 1932 as the Company of Veteran Motorists, its badge was a V with a little star in the middle, with a figure denoting how many years you had driven without an accident. Its mindset doesn’t seem to have changed much.
Alice would have known what to do.
GEM supports Alex Attwood, environment minister in Northern Ireland, who wants to cut the blood alcohol limit from 80mg/100ml to 50mg/100ml. It believes that such a result would, “… hopefully cut some ice with David Cameron and Nick Clegg and pave the way to reducing the allowable levels in the UK too.”
Mr Williams claims that reducing the limit would, “bring the UK into line with the rest of the EU and indeed much of the world.” However raising the speed limit on motorways would also, “bring the UK into line with the rest of the EU and indeed much of the world.” He can not press his rationale both ways. Also one wonders where he gets the notion that our road safety record is heading in the wrong direction. Everybody else agrees the opposite.
I am suspicious of lobbyists who claim measures would, “… save as many as 168 lives every year and prevent thousands of injuries.” They bandy phrases like, “overwhelming evidence,” when what they mean is “I know what’s good for you.” On the speed limit issue GEM claims, “… this move is being made to deflect the real issues that cause delays in journeys such as road works and potholes.”
O, how clever I am! How clever, how clever, how very clev----‘. ‘O my!, what an ASS I am! What a CONCEITED and heedless ass! Swaggering again! Shouting and singing songs again! Sitting still and gassing again! O my! O My! O my.
Members’ benefits include a regular magazine, free literature and advice and discounts on insurances and other services.

GEM: The archetypal back seat driver. 1906 9HP Vauxhall experiment that did not get far.

Scottish Car of the Year

A new award to mark the 50th anniversary of the Association of Scottish Motoring Writers (ASMW), which organises SCOTY, for the most iconic car in the half century since the Association was founded was the E-Type Jaguar.
Founder members of the ASMW in this 1963 group includes (from left) Jimmy Scott (Edinburgh Evening News), Bill Morris (Scottish Daily Record), Alistair Cameron (Scottish Daily Express), Jim McLaren (Glasgow Herald), Eric Dymock (The Motor) holding tankard, Bill Amos (Top Gear), Frank Walker (Scottish Daily Mail) holding wineglass, Peter Easton, of the PR company hosting the party at the Player’s Theatre in London, Alex Bruce (Birmingham Post), and Jack Jellen (The Scotsman).

One of my first tests of an E-type. Jaguar brought a coupe to the Scottish Motor Show in November 1961 following its introduction in March. I drove it to the office of The Hamilton Advertiser along with Jaguar Apprentice Clive Martin (left).
In 2006 I presented the SCOTY Award to Jaguar Design Director Ian Callum, together with Dove’s Publishing Director Mike Roberts (left) and Miss Scotland.
2011 Award to Ian Callum (left) for the XKR-S

Jaguar Wins SCOTY

Jaguar nearly always tops the poll in Scottish Car of the Year (SCOTY). In 1999 the S-Type took top prize. In 2001 it was the X-type. In 2003 the XJ was best luxury car and in 2004 X-type estate and S-type won again. In 2005 XJ was best diesel. In 2006 the XKR was best sporting and overall SCOTY. This year the XKR-S was again best sporting and the XF 2.2 best diesel.
Jaguar XJR-S best Scottish sporting car of the year.
This year there was a new award to mark the 50th anniversary of the Association of Scottish Motoring Writers (ASMW), which organises SCOTY. Members voted the Jaguar E-type the most iconic car in the half century since the Association was founded, making it a joint golden anniversary for both.

Sponsored by Renfrewshire Bridge of Weir Leather firm, the award was presented by CEO Jonathan Muirhead to Ken McConomy, Jaguar’s Global PR Director.
Adrian Hallmark, Global Brand Director, Jaguar Cars, said: “The 50th anniversary of the E-type is truly special - as has been the reaction throughout the year from owners and enthusiasts, many of whom weren't even born in 1961. We're honoured that the Association should present such an important award to the E-type; testament to the incredible talents of the design and engineers teams that created the car - talent, I'm happy to say, that lives on today in a new generation.”
Now the sole UK supplier of hides to the motor industry, Bridge of Weir Leather’s sponsorship was appropriate. It supplies leather for the XJ and Range Rover as well as concept show cars, including the DC100, a potential Defender replacement and C-X16sports car shown at Frankfurt.