you pretend to be. There was a time when Spike Rhiando’s name was everywhere in the UK. It was unusual enough to be memorable, as were his tales of derring-do that could be found in boys’ adventure books in the late 1930s. Rhiando was one of humanity’s livewires, a point brought home in the immediate post-war years when he was racing cars, designing vehicles with two and four wheels, and promoting his wares with outlandish stunts. The thing is, viewed in the cold light of
