Hc lamacraft

In the land of racetracks, where engines roar, There was a racer, Harry Lamacraft, we adore. With his Velocette and Excelsior so fine, He rode with grace, like a true racing feline. At Brooklands he raced, with skill and might, His KTT and Excelsior, shining so bright. Tenth place in the Isle of Man Junior TT, Lamacraft's talent, for all to see. His first KTT, a machine so grand, Bert Perryman took the reins, with a steady hand. Now it's in a museum, for all to view, A piece of history, so precious and true. Lamacraft's second Velocette, a champion's steed, Raced at Brooklands and the Isle of Man with great speed. Tenth place in the Junior TT of '33, David Vincent later won a Gold Star, you see. In World War II, Lamacraft took flight, A brave navigator, soaring through the night. On a mission to destroy, he gave his all, In the Netherlands, he answered the call. A racer, a hero, whose memory will last. Random page: MQM (Altaf)