Now that everyone is shaking off the cobwebs, except for those fortunate
souls that attended last week's VDCA event at Road Atlanta, it's time to plan
your April outings!
The 5th Annual Martha McDougal award will be presented to a special TR
Racer at the VDCA Wild Hare on VIR's fantastic 3.3 mile track in April. The TR
Ghetto will again host the Friday evening cookout which has been known to
feature a fine collection of foods and beverages.
In addition to the fellowship of your favorite TR buddies, you will enjoy
more track time than you are likely to buy fuel for. This event is a great
way to dive into the 2011 season and have a ball while you're at it. So mark
your calendar and load your trailer - BE THERE OR BE SQUARE!
THE TR GHETTO
For entry details go to - _http://http://www.vintagedrive.com/_
Here is the story of the trophy and why it was named for Martha:
This Trophy honors Ms. Martha McDougal, a woman who toiled in almost total
obscurity for many years at the Triumph automobile plant in Coventry,
England. According to sources believed to be reliable, Martha was born in
Coventry in January, 1923. Her parents were tragically killed in the Blitz and
Martha was left an orphan at age 16. Although she was not overly bright,
she was very resourceful and within months had gotten a job at the Standard
Triumph factory emptying the dust bins. Throughout the war and until the
demise of the company, Martha made the rounds, day after day, month after
month, year after year, transferring the trash into her cart and then into the
large bins behind the factory, without complaint or even one day's absence.
Over the years Martha became known as the single person who had completed
the most "laps" of the Triumph factory and, upon her retirement a few
months before the final closing of the Coventry plant, she was honored with a
bronzed pair of high top Keds, her signature footwear. It is rumored that at
the presentation, Sir John himself reminisced about how Martha, who had an
endearing habit of assigning nicknames to all the staff, would push past
him in the hallway and mumble, "Get out of my way you fat bastard".