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As some of you will know, I was raised in Sydney, Australia, where, looking back now, the sun usually shone, the air was scented by eucalyptus and Warwick Farm was the heart and the soul of motor racing in all its forms. I grew up in the knowledge that, every summer, I would see a bunch of F1 drivers competing in the International 100 and that, in between times, I would see five national race meetings of extraordinary quality. Drivers like Frank Matich, Leo and Ian Geoghegan, Greg Cusack, Kevin Bartlett, Niel Allen, Bib Stillwell, Johnny Harvey, Spencer Martin, Max Stewart, Brian Foley, Peter Manton, Norm Beechey, Allan Moffatt and Bob Jane were my “national” heroes; Sports Car World, Modern Motor and Racing Car News were my regular fare.

Then there were the F1 drivers in their Tasman-engined F1 cars.

I still find it hard to capture accurately what motor racing was like back then. Was it the way the Warwick Farm paddock was laid out, by the lake, with the marshalling area opposite the huge grandstands? Was it the colour- and word-perfect attention to detail of the Australian Automobile Racing Club (AARC)? Was it the relatively safe circuit layout, designed by the immaculate Geoff Sykes? I know not the answers, even now. All I know is that it was motor racing. Nothing, since, has compared. Not even Monaco on a good day. Not even a packed Brands Hatch. When I was at The Farm, first as a young kid, smuggled into the paddock area in the boot of a car owned by a marshal who worked with my Dad, then as a marshal myself and finally as Press Officer, I was at one with the world. Flags would flutter in the breeze. Jim Clark and Jackie Stewart, sun-tanned and shirtless, would laugh their famous laughs. Then the sun would set, the beer cans would pour and, over the PA, they would play The Long and Winding Road.

I have lots of photos from that era. Some I took with a black-and-white Kodak Box Brownie. Then, in 1967, I bought a half-frame Fujica. The quality from both was not great, but for me that didn’t matter. I had captured the moment, cut a slice from time. That was all I needed. I had been there, seen it happen.

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Kevin Bartlett, in blue Nomex, sits on the front wheel of Alex Mildren’s 2.5 litre Tasman Brabham-Climax.

The Mildren team was a mid-1960s staple at The Farm. The cars were always painted yellow; Glenn Abbey, the team’s Chief Mechanic, was a master. Kevin’s car control was superb. To this day I’d put him up there with Le Mans winners and GP2 front-runners. He could balance an Alfa GTA on the outer extremities of opposite lock through Paddock BendAustralia interlude 2 and then in the next race glide the Tasman Brabham through Homestead with fingertip precision. That’s actually the Mildren Alfa GTZ behind the Brabham; and there, in the background, smiling, is Fred Gibson, whose yellow lightweight Elan (shown here, not Mildren yellow) was both gorgeous and very fast. I don’t recall its inside front wheel touching the road very often. I know you think the cars in the background have not been parked with FOM-like precision but that’s what I liked about The Farm: it was neat but natural and retained lots of grass. Note the Mini Cooper S and the two Holdens. You were in one of two sectors back then: the Mini brigade or The Rest.

And here’s a shot of said Alfa GTZ lined up and ready to go. The genius that is Frank Matich is on the pole in one of his first races with the big Elfin sports car he developed in 1966; Alan Hamilton, who always seemed to have access to exotica, is in the middle of the front row in his Porsche Spyder; and KB is there in the Alfa.

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Two lovely, white Lotus 23Bs fill the second row (I think driven by Frank Demuth and Niel Allen) and on the outside of the third row you can see David McKay’s famous Ferrari 250LM, driven by Spencer Martin. From memory, Hamilton jumped this start by a mile and was leading by about 100 yards when the flag dropped! This is a typical Warwick Farm scene: packed grandstands, perfect weather, stunning collection of cars and drivers.

My last picture today is one I’ve always treasured. I watched the 1965 International 100 from the spectator bank at Creek Corner. Jim Clark won the race in his green and yellow Lotus 32B-Climax, with Frank Matich a brilliant third in the Total Team Brabham. All was right with the world. Then came The Moment: as one, the crowd jumped the wooden fences and swarmed onto the track, there to greet the winner on his parade lap. I remember standing there, hot and sweaty, so nervous that I could barely breathe. I was going to see Jim Clark! He was going to be driven right past me, mere feet away!

The white Sprite shimmered into view. I could pick out the light blue overalls of the winner, black hair glistening in the afternoon sun. Who was that next to him, though? In red-and-white checked shirt? I was mystified. I didn’t know whether to line up the camera or to keep looking at the slowly-approaching car and to try to identify The Other Guy. Then it suddenly hit me: Mike Spence! Mike Spence! Jim Clark’s F1 team-mate. He hadn’t raced at The Farm. I didn’t even know he was in Australia. In a panic, I raised my camera and fired. The result wasn’t very pretty.

It was, though, The Moment.

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Perfil de Peter Windsor:


Peter WindsorBorn in the UK (1952) but raised in Sydney, Australia, Peter became Press Officer of the Australian Automobile Racing Club (AARC) at the age of 17 and played an active role in the organization of the famous Warwick Farm circuit near Liverpool, Sydney.

Peter joined Williams full-time in 1985 as Manager of Sponsorship and Public Affairs but switched to Ferrari in 1989 to manage their UK F1 facility. He then returned to Williams as Team Manager in 1991, winning both the Constructors’ and Drivers’ World Championships.After moving to the UK in 1972, Peter wrote for Competition Car magazine and was appointed Sports Editor of Autocar magazine in 1975. He went on to win five international awards for his writing, including Sports Reporter of the Year and Feature Writer of the Year. In 2013 he has also been awarded the Gold Medal of Imola by the Lorenzo Bandini Trophy Committee for his services to motor sport. Peter quickly diversified into F1 driver and team management, working with Frank Williams from 1978 onwards (developing Williams’ new Saudi sponsorship) and with drivers Carlos Reutemann and Nigel Mansell. Reutemann went on to finish runner-up in the 1981 World Championship and Mansell to win the title in 1992. Today he works closely with the world’s pre-eminent driver coach, Rob Wilson.

Peter was Grand Prix Editor of F1 Racing magazine from 1997-2009 and today is that magazine’s Senior Feature Writer and Columnist. He also writes for the BRDC Bulletin, AutoSport (Japan), the Goodwood magazine and presents his own, weekly, on-line chat show, The Racer’s Edge in association with F1 Racing magazine.


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