50 years of Motor Racing in Guyana. A Brief History of the Sport
by Avery Gomes.
How all it began in 1950 on the #63 Beach on Easter Weekends
Researching and writing this has taken much time, as precious little was written down as things happened maybe those involved were all too busy having fun! Most of it is gathered from old newspaper clippings, sports magazines and race programs, as well as interviews with Eric Vieira, Joey King, Dennis Gashpar and Shorab Rahaman. They rambled and I made notes... and this is the story.
In the beginning...
According to Shorab Rahaman there were a few motor-cycles knocking around just after World War 11- mostly utility machines from the sugar estates that found their way into private hands, along with some military surplus. Requiring constant attention they kept mechanics busy, and with few paved roads around, they were tried out on the Durban Park Horse-race Track. In no time there were drag races being run on the front straight - these "mechanics" then were the first "racers", entertaining the girls who came to watch the old motor-cycles trundled by at a heart-stopping 50 mph.
By 1948, according to Dennis Gashpar of `Club 9' fame, motor-cycles groups [don't want to say gangs] had formed, but none were registered entities; that club consisted of Roland Patterson, Maurice King, Darby Clarke, Frank Van Sertima, Walter Spooner, Eion Davis, Walestine Scott, Neville King and others. They held Road-Safety events, formation-riding and picnics at the Sea-wall Bandstand, Hope and Triumph Beaches and they all had a great time. By 1950, another "group" had emerged, this one made up of the sons of the more well-off families in Georgetown - most of them, members of the elite Demerara Rowing Club. Young and adventurous, as man 30 would gather at Alvaro Goveia's house on Albert & Sixth Streets and would draw numbers for position in the convoy then take off Mahaicony and further up the East C Road, The riding-party was always he by the more experienced riders like Eric Vi with good ones like Max Jardim and Anrade at the rear to dash up and halt th if someone fell or broke down. Soon tl were going as far as the Corentyne, "U covering" the #63 Village Beach. The 100 mile ride up the pot-holed, red-dirt East Coast road was rough & dusty and, on arrival, the "63 Beach" provided a welcome opportunity for flat-out riding on the smooth 5-mile stretch of sand. Soon drag-races were being run, with the villagers coming out to watch the action on Sundays.
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