Conway Motors: whence came my spares; from whom I bought my sl.-modified Sprite etc.
(And Syd Broomfield there, found me a bed in Shepherds Bush, at start of my Grand-tour.)
Surtees' father! George Brown/Nero + Super-Nero and the omnipresent VOC (owners club.)

{{sniff}}

Brakes: Physics reveals the thermodynamic limits of, even a ventilated 7" drum brake. Turned out that some superior linings appeared,
some of us did score the magnesium vented back-plates and that combo made for quite adequate decel
--but not indefinitely down-hill at max! natch.

Still, merely properly shod and with shoes ground to exact (expanded!) dia. In normal er, hooning--no sweat.
There were no disks then (or: they would have been std.)
(Going to larger dia was entertained by some of us: too many weight/other consequences nixed that what-if.)

I congratulate my parents for spawning moi, timed just-right to partake of these machines which were 'Adventurous'
merely to gaze-at ... while-parked. Pur sang ergonomics before the word got coined.
(And I thank Cthulhu for overlooking His several opportunities to queer-the-dice and gain fresh fodder.)

Vroooom