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Originally Posted by delta
..... Anyone remember what they were doing 50 years ago .
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At this time in the evening, I would be just leaving home to dash to my evening job behind the bar of a very popular pub in Hampstead, having gulped down my dinner after getting home at 6.30 from the day job. Did that 4 or 5 days a week, depending on my racing itinerary for that period.
If it was a racing weekend, then on the Friday night the car would be pushed into the loading bay of my factory, which was converted into a spotless workshop for fettling the car. That usually went on late into the night, interrupted for a trip to a mobile café a few miles away (rolled out every night to serve the taxi driver community) that produced the most fantastic cooked sandwiches named The Cowboy All-on. Basically half of a fried breakfast between two slices of bread, and good enough to put hairs on your chest.
Saturday afternoon at Brands when possible to run in/set up car for a race the next day.
Sleep was for wooses, or me on a Sunday if not racing.