It’s incredibly irritating when asked to identify a racing car in an ageing photo, but try as you might the brain cells just will not retrieve the information. Recently I found myself precisely in this situation during a regular Zoom gettogether with other like-minded racing enthusiasts around the world. An Australian friend posted the photo in question, showing a rather ugly, long-nosed single-seater. It was plainly French (no Hercule Poirot required for that. In this monochrome print it was that distinctive shade of grey suggesting in reality French Oh, and
