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- Press quotes from Eric Jackson and Ken Chambers
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- Timbuktu
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- Edgy Fabris
1963 London to Cape Town January 20th
With Cape Town only five hundred miles away, and the seconds ticking away, Eric Jackson and Ken Chambers hit another problem. In Petrol in My Blood, Eric writes:
In fact, the dynamo had worked loose and dropped of. And they had left all their tools at Beitbridge, in order to save weight…
They made a makeshift repair and pushed on. Eventually, Cape Town grew near. All the time, Eric and Ken kept a lookout for the convoy that they expected would be there to greet them. No convoy. They entered the outskirts of the city. Nothing.
The problem was, that they had no idea where to go. They’d expected a convoy and a press reception. They had no idea where to go and still the minutes were ticking away… Where was everyone? The fact was that Beitbridge had reported that the duo had thrown everything out of the car and this had been misinterpreted on a radio report. Ford believed that Eric and Ken had thrown on the towel. Now what were they to do? They were in Cape Town, they’d made it but the record was slipping away from them…
Midnight was approaching. There was no-one in sight. They found a taxi and asked him to lead them to the RAC headquarters. He did – or so he thought – he led them to the dark and empty AA Headquarters. They decided to head to the best hotel in town … would Edgy Fabris from Ford be there?
Did they beat the record? You’ll have to read the book to get the full story but here’s a clue…