THE DECCA LEGACY - Wootton Bridge Historical
THE DECCA LEGACY - Wootton Bridge Historical
THE DECCA LEGACY - Wootton Bridge Historical
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CHAPTER 13<br />
HOW, AND WHY, I DROVE A ROLLS ROYCE<br />
(Bob Newcombe)<br />
The Plessey Works were at the top of a hill in Cowes, the road to work was the Newport Road. I lived in<br />
Cowes at the bottom of the hill, my trip to work, if the weather was fine, involved a cycle ride, a bit of a<br />
hard ride up the hill.<br />
At the time I was working for Bob. Mathews, a very enlightened and likeable engineer/scientist who<br />
happened to own a 1927 Rolls Royce, in working order and a splendid sight to be seen on the ordinary<br />
roads around Cowes. He would drive through the main gate of the site and would take the vehicle around<br />
the back to avoid using the company car park at the front and walking round.<br />
I had been taking driving lessons in a Ford Anglia, a relatively modest car, and I was confident enough to<br />
drive it as a learner when I had the instructor at my side. On this occasion I was on my way to work on<br />
my cycle when I was overtaken on the hill by Bob in his Roller. He stopped a few yards ahead of me and<br />
suggested that I should put the bike in the pannier on the rear of the car. I got in and we proceeded up the<br />
hill and stopped at the Plessey main entrance. At this point, Bob got out put his head through the window<br />
and told me to drive the car to the back of the site and park it in his usual parking spot.<br />
Before I had time to protest about my lack of driving experience, he had walked off out of earshot. I had<br />
no choice but to steel myself and have a go. The car was so grand I couldn’t see the edge of the road<br />
from my lofty position, so with great care I drove the monster, as he suggested and managed to park it in<br />
the right spot. I didn’t have to worry about the gears as it didn’t seem to matter which one I put it in, it<br />
went anyway. The experience was a lesson to me. Here was a man who would trust me not to damage his<br />
prized car, and give me the chance to overcome my discomfort by putting me firmly in the driving seat.<br />
This was also his way in the workplace; those who worked for him were trusted to carry out tasks to the<br />
very best of their ability.<br />
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