Tam
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I did a google search of the main owner of my P6 and it turns out he was a pretty interesting character! unfortunately i found most of the info from his obituary bloq.
http://teikohblog.typepad.com/jta/
It turns out he owned RKP from 1978 when he was 20 living in London untill his death on his 50th birthday 06 12 2007 .
I thought he lived in Forfar just down the road from me but turns out he just used his mums address to register the car as he was pretty nomadic. Being born in Malaysia, growing up there and returning to Britian in the late seventies.
Basically university in London couple of jobs then a racing driver in formula ford 79 - 82 , makes sense as i found a letter in car addressed to him at a driving school.
Then began a more nomadic lifestyle leading treks through some pretty wild places before adventure holidays were really established
He's the fella nearest the door!
After 10 years or so of that he moved on to transporting racing cycle teams aroud europe in half a million quid converted buses , Tour de France and such! This he did till his early death at 50 years old in his own house in Malaysia where he had planned to retire.
Also spoke the guy who restored RKP in 2006 just a year before he died who said RKP had a Weslake (??) tuned engine which was bust when he got car to restore and replaced it with a more modest engine hooked to the 5 speed gearbox. Also did all welding underneath and replaced the brakes so fairly comprehensive job. The restorer also also said the prev. owner picked RKP up and proceeded to drive straight to Belgium in the pretty much untested car and returned 2 weeks later (2000 miles) to report no problems
A picture of James Alexander from the early days, may not be of much interest to others but i found myself caught up in his unusual life for the last couple of days!!
Also found this snippet from one of his friends memoirs -
We went for a drink (in his souped up red Rover with racing twin-cams!) at the Serpentine Bar in Hyde Park. We had a couple of very strong German beers, and as it was a week day we decided that despite the birthday celebrations we should go home early. As we were getting up to go, we spotted a bottle of champagne on the bar, already on ice. Looking at each other, and it being our 21st's we thought "what the hell" and went for it.
http://teikohblog.typepad.com/jta/
It turns out he owned RKP from 1978 when he was 20 living in London untill his death on his 50th birthday 06 12 2007 .
I thought he lived in Forfar just down the road from me but turns out he just used his mums address to register the car as he was pretty nomadic. Being born in Malaysia, growing up there and returning to Britian in the late seventies.
Basically university in London couple of jobs then a racing driver in formula ford 79 - 82 , makes sense as i found a letter in car addressed to him at a driving school.
Then began a more nomadic lifestyle leading treks through some pretty wild places before adventure holidays were really established
He's the fella nearest the door!
After 10 years or so of that he moved on to transporting racing cycle teams aroud europe in half a million quid converted buses , Tour de France and such! This he did till his early death at 50 years old in his own house in Malaysia where he had planned to retire.
Also spoke the guy who restored RKP in 2006 just a year before he died who said RKP had a Weslake (??) tuned engine which was bust when he got car to restore and replaced it with a more modest engine hooked to the 5 speed gearbox. Also did all welding underneath and replaced the brakes so fairly comprehensive job. The restorer also also said the prev. owner picked RKP up and proceeded to drive straight to Belgium in the pretty much untested car and returned 2 weeks later (2000 miles) to report no problems
A picture of James Alexander from the early days, may not be of much interest to others but i found myself caught up in his unusual life for the last couple of days!!
Also found this snippet from one of his friends memoirs -
We went for a drink (in his souped up red Rover with racing twin-cams!) at the Serpentine Bar in Hyde Park. We had a couple of very strong German beers, and as it was a week day we decided that despite the birthday celebrations we should go home early. As we were getting up to go, we spotted a bottle of champagne on the bar, already on ice. Looking at each other, and it being our 21st's we thought "what the hell" and went for it.