“(I) forged my Mum and Dad’s signature and entered the race at sixteen. I drove a two liter saloon car into the wall backwards and broke two ribs.”
I first experienced banger racing back in the 80’s. The screech of tyres, brake fluid vapour and burst radiators swept past me again and again until a victor emerged from a wreck clutching a trophy.
In the 1960’s bangers and hotrod clans from the UK and Netherlands, grew from the shadows of Nascar racing in America. Nothing about the rules has changed, the nudges and head-on wallops are still part of the show.
a short documentary of ‘Swaff am’ raceways (2010)
Made back in 2010, this film with its purple dyed look holds some local Norfolk gems. Kids who have grown into the boots of their predecessors, spit fearless and not giving a fuck.
