The blue and white 1965 Plymouth Barracuda on the grid at this year’s Goodwood Revival blatted out Talladega riffs from its side-pipes and looked as menacing as any car possibly can while sitting in the second-to-last starting spot. At the wheel was The Blackadder himself, Rowan Atkinson, perhaps best known as the ridiculous Mr. Bean, while hidden inside the rear brake drum was a kluge that I helped install to try to get the car through the race without its rear brakes failing. Did Atkinson know that he was about to trust his life to a borrowed throttle return spring, some aircraft safety wire and the ring off a delivery van keychain? Mmm – don’t think so.
Sometimes you get pulled into things. Or, in my case, you stand around long enough trying not to look like a complete idiot that you fall into things. I stood around Duncan Pittaway’s Barracuda at this year’s Goodwood Revival, the turn-back-the-clock race meeting and vintage dress-up gala, so long that eventually I sort of became part of the crew.
I had known Pittaway exactly four days, having earlier stopped in at his workshop in Bristol, England where he keeps the Barracuda as well as numerous other old cars, the most famous of which is the Beast of Turin. It’s a flame-spitting 1910 Fiat land-speed-record car with a 28-litre four-cylinder that has connecting rods the size of sledgehammers. The 120-mph car is YouTube-famous, and I was there to hopefully get a ride and a story. But Pittaway was too busy trying to prep the Barracuda for Goodwood and his star co-driver, Atkinson, that he had no time for flame-spitting, so that story will have to wait.
I liked Pittaway instantly. He emerged from the workshop with grease on his arms and a tie around his neck. Anybody who wears a necktie in his shop has my admiration. He said his grandfather told him never to leave the house without one on and he’s always followed that rule. He’s also hysterically droll, like when he says to a fellow he’s known for ten minutes, “You know, you’re a lot nicer than everybody says.”
He wasn’t hard to find at the Revival. Amid all the 1940s frocks and fedoras and moustachioed men wearing RAF group captain uniforms, both the Barracuda and Pittaway, dressed in a white suit covered ankle-to-shoulders in STP logos (a nod to the late, great Andy Granatelli) were like an In-N-Out burger planted in the centre of London’s Berkley Square. I told Pittaway that, as an American, the Granatelli getup straight-up put a lump in my throat. He said I was the only person so far who had picked up on the reference. Then he invited me to have a cup of tea, and that’s it. I just stood around the Barracuda for the next couple of days trying to be useful.
Mainly I helped push the car around, and I carried tools to the pit wall. I also cleaned out a lot of dirty teacups. After Atkinson drove the Cuda on the event’s first day, he reported transmission noise and soft brakes. It was decided the transmission was probably fine, so attention turned to the brakes. Pittaway’s longtime friend, Jon Payne, who joined McLaren in the 1990s as a composites specialist while it was still building the famous F1 road car, was the Barracuda’s sole mechanic, and I became his semi-able assistant.
With the drums disassembled, one thing became obvious. The shoe linings were worn down to paper in places. Pittaway Racing, which (I don’t think he’ll mind me saying) will never be confused with Red Bull Racing, had accidentally left the spare brake shoes in Bristol. So the issue became how to get the rear brakes through the weekend.
Another related problem was that of the three factory brake-return springs fitted to the Mopar’s drums, the lower spring on one side had been replaced at some point. It was a spindly little spring, possibly off a Morris Minor, and it looked totally inadequate for the big Cuda’s shoes. Thus, they likely weren’t retracting from the drums fully when the brake pedal was released, which may help explain why the pads were down to almost nothing.
A couple of guys in our class were racing big Ford Galaxie 500s but they had no spare springs from which we could fashion a substitute. Though any NAPA auto parts store in America probably has them or something like them, Mopar drum-brake springs from the 1960s are a rather hard thing to come by in southern England. Payne and I began to walk the paddock, and we didn’t get far before he spotted someone he knew, a mechanic for a team running a 1965 Lola-Chevorlet T70. That gentleman produced two stout throttle-return springs from his box, and we went with those.
The springs had double-rolled loops at the end, meaning you attach them the same way you attach a key to a keyring, by lifting one end of the wire with your fingernail and sliding the thing you want to attach around in circles until its joined. That wouldn’t work for fitting it to the Mopar’s brake shoe. So Payne came up with the idea of using a steel key ring off the rather bulky and many-ringed keychain for his Mercedes van as the attachment point for the shoe. At the other end, he would safety-wire the spring to the opposite shoe, thus making it possible to draw tension on the spring once the shoes were fitted up by pulling on the wire and twisting it.
I have to say, it looked pretty good as we wiped the brake soot off our hands. Atkinson was next up to drive. Okay, so, maybe his life wasn’t exactly in danger, but a worst-case scenario could be imagined where a chunk of the lining failed and then swirled around inside the drum to shear off what remained of the other brake lining just at a critical moment, causing the Barracuda to pinwheel off the track. I’ve seen drum brakes fail that way, though the car didn’t crash, it just started making a hideous metal-on-metal noise from the back. We tried not to think about that as the Atkinson roared off the line.
As it happened, the Cuda ran fine though it was slow, the mildly worked 318 (5.2-litre) V8 just not having enough ponies to overcome the Plymouth’s weight and its wind-scooping profile to match the quicker and lighter Alfas and Ford Cortinas in the class. Atkinson, a Goodwood veteran, finished pretty much where he started, near the back. But over tea and with a huge crowd gathered around the Cuda pining for photos and autographs (Mr. Bean is obviously a much bigger deal in Britain than America), he pronounced the car fine and fun and that he had had a good time.
He then turned to Pittaway and whispered, “Who’s that foreign chap?”
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Rowan Atkinson is famous in the Uk and beyond for a lot more than that Mr Bean nonsense.
He is a highly intelligent comedian with an impressive cv.
Sounds like a Jon bodge. Do you mean Duncan worked at Mclaren? Jon started at DERA in the mid/late 90s, breaking composites in the name of research
is this barracuda originally from the states?New Jersey? are they running a 318 or a 273 engine?
bang on,baracuda!