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[peter scott]

I hate Facebook but was recently drawn to a group called "Lost Edinburgh" and decided to post some photos and memories. You need to join the group to see any content so for anyone interested I thought I'd copy a couple of my scribblings here:

Learning to Drive in Edinburgh

It has to start with money. My school had written me off as a bad job but fortunately my O levels were good enough to get me an apprentiship with Ferranti. My first wage was £4/7/6d and in addition to paying me they also trained me and gave me day release to the Napier to gain qualifications.
I was living at home at the time and my parents only asked 10/- for my keep so I felt quite rich. My big sister had a friend with a non-running scooter that she no longer wanted but she did want a record player so I built her one and she gave me the scooter. This was a Puch Alpine 150 and didn't need much work to get it running although it was pretty clapped out.
At the back of my parents' house was a park where people walked their dogs and one of those dog walkers was a car enthusiast, Mr Robert Ramage. We would often chat as we walked and I learnt a lot from Mr Ramage. He also let me "help" him with overhauling the engine of his XK120. He had been interested in two wheeled transport too and had a scooter with an intermittent misfire that he was happy to part with and very generously let me have it for £20. I eventually traced the problem to the ignition switch and after that it ran very well. This was a Durkop Diana 200cc two stroke and a very much better machine than my Puch which I sold. The Durkop had really good acceleration and it was easy to lose your pillion passenger off the back.
One thing that all these scooters had in common was virtually no adhesion in the wet so if a problem appeared in front of you the brakes were useless and you had to steer yourself out of trouble. Unfortunately I hadn't mastered this and coming home from the Napier on a wet afternoon along the Milton Road an old guy who was parked at the side, decided to do a U turn and hadn't seen me. Anyway I crashed into his front wheel and went flying clean over his bonnet. I made a good three point landing on my head and hands bruising all my finger tips. It was fortunate that it was raining because in good weather I tended not to wear my crash helmet, they were not mandatory back then.
My Durkop was a write-off and I think the old guy's car was also written off but his insurers paid me £50 and I promptly spent this on a Heinkel Tourist. This had a slipping clutch and I had difficulty getting new clutch springs for it and settled for a set for the Heinkel bubble car. These were rather too strong and made pulling in the clutch lever almost a two handed operation. I sat my bike test on the Heinkel and all went well until the emergency stop. The examiner told me to expect a stop and sent me round the block. When he jumped out in front of me I managed to stop without hitting him but I stalled the engine due to the heavy clutch lever. However, he let me off with that and I passed.
Driving along the Seafield Road in the winter with the sleet pummelling my face was no joy and I decided to buy an Isetta bubble car from a garage in Seafield. This cost me £50 but selling the Heinkel covered most of that. The Isetta had two problems. The first was that the control box didn't work correctly so I often had to push start it. This was not straight forward, or perhaps it was, because the door opened forwards. I was still living with my parents at this time and they lived at the top of a hill so I would push the Isetta down the hill and jump in before it ran me over.
The other problem with the Isetta was unpredictable. It would drive along quite happily and then suddenly decide that it wanted to pretend to be a warship making smoke. It did this once on my beloved Seafield Road and completely obscured all four lanes for a couple of hundred yards. After failing to identify the cause of the occasional smoke screen I solved it by swapping the engine. Much fun was had.
The photos are of me on the Heinkel and my Isetta outside my father's lock-up. Not forgetting Mr Ramage with his lovely XK120



For the sequel to this story see:

"After Learning to Drive"

The Isetta bubble car was fine whilst I only had a motorcycle licence but after passing my car test I sold the Isetta and bought the worst car I ever had, a Series II Morris Minor. Powered by a clapped out 803 cc engine it was completely gutless but at least I could afford the insurance. It was noisy, had uncomfortable seats that made your back ache and when you slammed the doors it was like shutting the lid on a giant tool box that went clang! They didn't shut if you didn't slam them. I had really wanted an A35 van but they all seemed too pricey for me so £65 was thrown away on the Morris.
A year later I spotted a nice Hillman Minx Series II and was pleased to pay £95 for it. The Minx was a delighhtful quiet and comfortable car in comparison with the Minor. The column gear change was quite slick and worked well but I really fancied the nice little sporty floor change of the later cars and I bought an overdrive gearbox from a Sunbeam Rapier and fitted that.
The Rapier gearbox came from a scrap yard beside Brunstane Burn. Most scrap yards had Alsatians as guard dogs but unusually this yard had a guard horse. I think the yard owners had some Romany blood. When I was extracting the gearbox the horse took a dislike to me and chased me around the yard. I found this quite scary with it rearing up on its hind legs hoping to get me with the fronts. It could also jump over cars quicker than I could run around them. I did eventually manage to get my gearbox but I've always been a bit wary of horses since then. I also fitted a thicker anti-roll bar to the Minx and it gave it quite pleasant handling. This was in 1968 but as a boy in the 1950s I loved the tales of Peter Harper and Raymond Baxter competing with a Sunbeam Rapier in the Monte Carlo Rally and I saw the Minx as a stepping stone to a Rapier.
In March 1970 I spotted a Series III Rapier for sale in North Berwick with a price of £50. It was in pretty good condition and needless to say I bought it and sold the Minx. My cousin Ken was also impressed by my Rapier and when he too bought one we became quite competitve with each other. We bought most of our spares from scrap yards and Bernard Hunter's yard was a favourite.
I first remember Hunter's yard when it was on the seaward side of the tracks at Seafield. They did a roaring trade in scrap tramcars and buses. Seldom was there a visit there when they weren't burning off all the non-metallic parts of a bus or tram. My father bought a couple of bus chrome entry hand rails to provide the side elements for his boat trailer.
The boss had his office in the back of a large 1920s Rolls Royce but later this disappeared and when you entered the yard someone would just appear to listen to your needs. I have fond memories of a really powerfully built Afro-Caribbean gent who was very helpful when I needed a car body lifted he could usually move them single handed. The first time I encountered him he just appeared swiftly from under a car and he was completely black from head to toe and greated me with "Wat you want sa?"
At this time I had only ever driven on crossply tyres but when Ken and I were looking for good tyres for his Rapier we spotted a full set of Michelin X radials at Hunters. I was somewhat sceptical but Ken bought them and fitted them. We had often used the chicane at the west end of Seafield Road as a good handling test and when Ken first took me through the chicane on his Michelins I just couldn't believe the wonderful transformation. Mine got scrap yard Michelin Xs not long after.
A year later I bought a Series IV Alpine for £250 and sold my Rapier for £65. Ken followed suit although his Rapier was not really sellable so we stripped everything not required for driving it and took it for scrapping. Ken then bought a very nice metallic blue Series II Alpine.
I kept my Alpine for three years. It was nice to drive but it was a real rust bucket and I decided to give up on steel bodies and sold it for spares or repair. I then bought a glassfibre Ginetta G15 for £325. This was a really great little car with good performance and totally on rails high speed cornering. There was room for our daughter's carry cot behind the seats but when she out grew the cot the Ginetta had to go. I can't remember what I got for it but I think it was something like £480. To date this is the only every day car that I've ever sold that is still on the road today (and used in competition).
After the Ginetta life on the road got a bit boring. I stuck with glassfibre for the next two but I'll sign off now.


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[Keith D]

Peter,

My early days of motoring were so like yours that it is amazing. I was in the south of England in those days, but, like you, I started by having to repair everything I bought.

Very good article, Peter.

Keith
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[peter scott]

Thanks Keith, I was very surprised by the many responses I got for those articles including several from Australian emigres. Several people that I had last contact with more than 50 years ago.

Peter

Another one I wrote was about our local garage:

Bell's Garage (later Ferguson's Garage) on the Milton Road.

Bell's was a great big clapper board shed with a balcony up a flight of steps. There were loads of new tyres stored up there and it also gave access to the office. A captain's chair at the desk and piles of receipts on spikes. In the centre of the shed was a Tecalemet hydraulic car lift with a shiny single central pillar. The compressor was constantly switching on and off. Behind the main garage were two rows of clapper board lock-ups in addition to the ones attached to the main building.
My father had lock-up in the first row and lots of stuff got stored there. My big sister bought a 1936 Morris 8 as her first car and I can remember doing lots of brake bleeding on that. This never lasted as I wasn't bright enough to fit new rubber seals.
On one occasion the Morris had run out of petrol, probably as a result of me driving it around the lock-up block so much. (I was too young to drive it on the road.) Anyway with no one to help me I thought I'd push it around to the garage forecourt to fill up. This was up a little hill. I got it half way up the hill pushing at the driver's door with a hand through the window to steer but I wasn't strong enough and thought it would be easier if I could get around to the back of the car for a better push. Unfortunately edging my way around to the back I lost my grip and the car set off backwards down the hill with me wondering what it might hit.
Fortunately it stopped without hitting anything and I never tried that trick again.
When Ferguson took over the premises he demolished the main garage and built a new brick built garage with a glass fronted showroom facing the forecourt but the lock-ups remained as original.
My parents eventually persuaded my sister to trade the Morris in for a 100E Ford Prefect and I sat my driving test in that car. I had taken a couple of lessons before hand and my instructor suggested that I display my driving skill by double declutching into first at a suitable time. I did this successfully but one slightly embarrassing thing was hand signals. I had been using them throughout but then the examiner said "You can now use the trafficators." I said I was quite happy with hand signals but he insisted. My reluctance was because the switch in the middle of the steering wheel should have been clamped at the foot of the column but wasn't so each time I needed to signal I had to wind the switch lever several times around the wheel until the internal wires gave enough resistance that the switch operated. The examiner didn't comment and fortunately I passed. The map shows the plan of Bell's Garage at 11.
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[roverdriver]

Good stories, Peter. I think that I have mentioned my learner-driver story somewhere on here, but not my early vehicles.

They were simpler days back then, I do wonder how involved youngster have to be to get their licences, and I don't think it makes them any better drivers.

Dane.
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[peter scott]

Thanks Dane, It would be great to hear about your first vehicles.

Peter
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[roverdriver]

I'll try to put something together in a day or two. Rather busy at the moment!
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[Peter_L]

Excellent post Peter S. Is it "Rose Coloured Spectacles" or just more colourful ? I should make time to follow your lead on "Times Past"

I am sure I once had socks the same colour as the Ginetta

[peter scott]

[Rick]

Very interesting read Peter, thanks for posting it here too. As I've no doubt mentioned before, dad worked for Ferranti for decades, as did one of my uncles.

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[peter scott]

Quite a few ex-Ferranti folk contacted me via FB including a guy in Australia who was in my apprentice training class. We went our different ways and hadn't been in touch since 1967. Telling each other what we had done in our lives it turned out that we and our partners had been on the same cruise ship from Soputhampton to Singapore in October 2016 without realising it.

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[Brent29]

That's a great read! Very cool story and wonderful photos.

[peter scott]

Thanks Brent, Although I hate Facebook quite a lot of interesting stuff turns up there. Recently someone posted a nice photo of three girls overlooking Edinburgh (perhaps 60 years ago??). Anyway quite a few people thought it was a Photoshopped superimposition of images. I wasn't totally convinced of that because when I was a schoolboy our gym master would send us out for a run along the top of the cliffs and we had to run at the edge so he could see us from down below to check that we were actually running all the way.

Anyway, I took a wander up there again having not been there for 55 years and the old photo is quite genuine although with some massaging of the exposure to highlight the cliff edge. I should have taken the present day photo slightly more to my left to get the castle positioned correctly but it was windy and I was a bit apprehensive of losing my footing. I just love the girl in the old photo pointing to some distant object.



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[Brent29]

Another interesting photo there, Peter! That's a wonderful spot to see the entire community.