I swear that a butterfly landing on a leaf would have been heard by all.
Then the starter’s flag dropped; there was the patter of feet and the spluttered cacophony of assorted two-stroke engines; but above it all was the booming howl of the small collection of Honda CR93s that resonated off the surrounding low hills and corrugated roofs of the paddock buildings.
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Their long open megaphone exhausts sent the cumulative decibels far and wide. It was 1964 and I, as a young ‘gofer’ for one of Lincolnshire’s finest, Derek Chatterton, competing with his CR93, was hooked. This was what racing was about! I was determined to compete myself some day, as and when finances allowed.
In the mid -1960s the lightweight racing machine to have was the beautifully designed and engineered 125cc Honda CR93. With regular check-ups and changes of oil (including warming up the oil over a Primus Stove on a cold day) the machine could go a full season without undue problems.
This extremely reliable machine held sway until the advent of the race-kitted Yamaha AS1s and subsequent AS3 machines. So, by the time I started racing my Jack Machin-framed and race-kitted AS1 in the early 1970s, apart from their competing in the TT, they were totally out-performed.
I remember on my very first 125cc outing at Croft (having competed on 50s previously) out-speeding one of the few remaining CR93s (that of Newcastle man Howard Smith) down the straight, but their time had passed and their value plummeted.