If you’ll forgive me I’ve got a brief tale that describes a series of events that took place about 40 years ago. It relates to a sequence of events that illustrate perfectly the assertion that assumption, yet again, is the mother of all good cock-ups.
I’d bought my Kosman chassis in 1978 and ran it with a fairly stock GS1000 motor; it was slow, but steady. I’d asked Sandy (Kosman) to find me some turbo bits, which he duly(expensive) things went wrong. These were dark days.
