THE LEGENDS

I am very excited to introduce the first of the Legend series: the legend that is Norrie Kerr. Norrie and I became good friends many years ago competing in the scooter scene back in the sixties to seventies. He was a fierce and competent adversary when competing but a lovable larrikin when socialising afterwards. Norrie has a big, generous heart and soul and is respected by all in the scootering fraternity. He hasn’t changed to this day and I always look forward to catching up with him these days via video link technology. He has generously provided a snapshot of his history from excerpts of an upcoming book and I will be first in the queue to obtain one.

Norrie Kerr

Cadwell Park

 

 

I was born the same year the Vespa was launched, 1946. When Vespa was 50, I was 50, and so on. My life with Vespa all started in 1966 when I bought a wee 1961 Vespa 125, a 152L2 model to be exact, and through that wee scooter, I’ve been to foreign lands, met wonderful people, and made many friends. I’ve been 54 years with Vespa, it’s still part of my life.

My first introduction to scooter competition was someone I met coming home from work one day on my scooter. I rode up behind this guy on a scooter and he was going dead slow and sticking his legs out for balance. He kept shuffling around in his seat and I started to wonder what was wrong with him, was he drunk or what? So, I went up to the side of him and asked what he was doing. ‘I’m just doing a wee bit of slow riding’ came the reply. It got me intrigued and at the next traffic lights, he explained that it’s what they did at rallies. He asked me where I lived and I told him Govanhill, in Glasgow, and he said ‘So do I, I’m in Dixon Avenue’. He lived on the next street to me. He went on to tell me that the Glasgow Vespa Club night was on a Tuesday, in Belleisle Street at the Labour Halls, and asked me to come down. It was only walking distance from my house, but I didn’t even know it existed. So, I went down the next week on the scooter and that was the start of it; I got into the scooter club scene.

It seemed the club members had been around for a while and were very astute and the club was moving into its own premises, a clubroom, wow. Bob Young was one of the leading lights, along with Gordon Roper, Ian & Sandra McDonald, John & Nan Clark, Ian & Carol Kirkpatrick, Tom Steel, Tommy Gallacher, the club soon had its own clubrooms. Nowadays, we still see many of our old clubmates who were the core of the club, everything that happened revolved around them.

Gordon Roper

Bob Young

Of course, the lad I’d seen waggling his legs on my way home from work became a lifelong friend, Gordon Roper; we’re still great chums. We often talk about our days with the club. We’ve both got fond memories of those great times. Bob Young and Gordon were stalwarts, and highly competitive. On one trip, years later, they headed off to the 1000 Kilometre event in Italy. It was written up in Scootering and Lightweights magazine when they returned home, which was a fantastic thing. Of course, we were all in awe of Bob & Gordon on their exploits. Bob and Gordon had ridden to and entered in a wonderful event, and they had so much to tell us about it. It opened a door to a whole world of other scooter activities which was going on around the world.

By the late 60’s I was well into local scooter sport. Challenging, contesting, and eventually winning the Scottish Grass Championship, and the Scooter Scot trophy. My attention turned to the wider UK scooter sports scene. In 1971, we ventured south to England with scooters on trailers to compete on the major road trials. Bob Young and I rode down on the bikes to the Northern 200, which started near Rochdale. We did the Starlight trial, which was run by the Birmingham Cherubs at the time, and the Western 250 from just outside Birmingham. Bob was a true master of his art. He could take on the event, and ride with his cunning and guile to success. He was a superb road trialist. After the Glasgow Vespa Club folded in 1978, Bob became chairman of the Scottish Auto Cycle Union. He’s sadly passed away, and he is missed by all his old pals. He’s had trials bikes and enduro bikes and taken part in those events on big wheels. His scooter experiences had led him to other interests, but first and foremost, he enjoyed riding his scooter.

I suppose it would be fair to say that the events in Scotland had been around for some time, so travelling to England created a wee bit of excitement. However, you knew if you went to Aberdeen you would always get a cracking event. If you went to Perth, this was where the Scottish National rally event was held, which was always fairly similar. A “for instance”, a gymkhana consisted of a skill ride over see-saws, under canes and round bollards, along planks, keeping your feet up. Then, there would be a slow ride where you’d try to keep your feet up as long as you could, whilst riding within a lane against other riders in their lanes. There would also be a slalom speed event, where you’d go around cones. You could put a foot down but weren’t allowed to knock the bollards over. Then we’d have the Maltese cross, where you’d have to ride from one point of the cross, then to all the other three points and come back to the start. If you worked it out, you’d cover the same distance, no matter which way you went. Then we’d move on to the fun games, or pillion games as we called them. We’d do things like throw the ball in a bucket, or your pillion would kick a wee see-saw thing on the floor, and a ball would come shooting out of a cup and you had to catch it in a net, whilst riding the scooter. That one was called ‘Balls to you’ which was rather apt!! There were a few clubs up in Aberdeen; they had the Aberdeen Vespa Club and The Aberdeen Scooter Club. Their teams would go over to the Isle of Man; the Aberdonians sent Team Furneaux over. Furneaux was a scooter dealer in Aberdeen, and he sponsored them. The riders put his stickers on the side panels in return. We had great fun with the Aberdonians, they were a great bunch and still get Christmas cards from some of them. It’s nice to still have communication with people from so long ago.

Serious scooterists from 1957 till 1976 (except 1966 due to a seaman’s strike) would venture to the Isle of Man, for the annual, Scooter Holiday Week. Early events on the island were aimed at social and fun minded events, but as the years wore on, scooter sport took top billing. It was a superb week, a week that would never be repeated, due to the economic, sporting, and social environment. It happened at just the right time in our lives, and we embraced it. Those special years are well documented and will be looked at at a later time.

On the back of all these events, the Vespa Club of Britain was running its own championship, and you could enter certain rounds. Philips, the electrical company – which was a big name at the time, sponsored it. In 1973, I decided that I was going to take the bull by the horns and contest the Vespa championship, and make an erstwhile effort to try and win it. I had no idea who else was entering the championship because it was split in two. There was the Supreme Championship, which was the one you entered to start with; and then there was the Super league – all sponsored by Philips. If you won the Supreme, you were automatically entered into the Super League the following year. That way they could control the number of people in it, making it the ‘cream of the crop’. Everybody, no matter who they were, had to win the Supreme championship to get into the Super league.

I went on to win the Vespa Club championships ten times in total, one Supreme and nine Super leagues. Being there every season and doing my funky thing, didn’t do the Vespa Club any favours. There were riders like John Ellison, who did well for a few seasons, but I was fortunate to pip him over the course of the season. Jon was a tremendously talented rider, and some other young lads from the Cheltenham club were great riders too. They would give me a good day’s competition. I wouldn’t always come away with a first. I’d had a good few seconds and thirds, but I kept the challenge up. Luke Kitto, a super rider, came the closest, I beat him by five points one season, and Jon Ellison was also close. Luke was like a big brother to me. I used to ride from Glasgow to his house in Newton Abbot on my 90SS. Luke was a lovable, guy. I’d walk in after an almost 500-mile ride, and his wife Mary would be cooking me a steak with all the trimmings. Luke would say ‘Come on in my boy sit yerself down. So, he’d get the beers out, and we’d shoot the proverbial until two in the morning. He used to have a saying ‘itsa justa lika mamma used to maka’. He was a Vespa man through and through. I see him occasionally and went to his wedding. I loved his company. They were super times, Lukey and guys like him weren’t just riding the scooters, they had panache. He’d have a fag on, an open face helmet, a pair of sunglasses, and teeth full of flies. One of the top guys.

I made the effort to travel up and down from Scotland. At this time, I was working for Thorn, so I had the use of a van. On a Friday night, this would be converted into a wagon to take the scooter to England or wherever, and then be reverted ready for work on Monday morning. The boss knew I was using it, and very kindly ignored the fact, the only stipulations were that I had to be careful in it, and I paid the petrol. The boss’s exact words were “The minute you have an accident in it, it’s finished.” He was a very good boss to me and I always drove with those words in my mind. Anyway, I got my own van eventually, and I’d journey up and down the country throughout the season.

In the first of the 10 championships, the end of the year results came out for the Supreme championship, and they were to be announced at the fancy dress dinner dance at the Pump Rooms in Leamington Spa. I thought it sounded like a great idea. Janet and I went down to it, and we were at the next, and the next, etc, etc, etc, it seems like a hundred gala events. Wonderful times.

The Vespa Club Supreme championship was my start point and I won that at the first time of asking and I received a wonderful trophy for my efforts. Then the next year, I was then inducted into the Super League. I gave it my best shot but needed a couple of years to find my feet. After a total of eight wins, I decided it was time to give it up. Somebody came up to me and said, ‘Do you know what Norrie? If you’d have just hung around for another year I was going to come along and kick your backside.’ I said, ‘Well the good news is – you can!’ Just at that minute, Janet came over and was just about to kiss me. She had high heels on and was standing about an inch or so above me. Just as I was going in for the kill (I’ve got a photo of the moment), she realised what I’d said and shrieked ‘you’re what!’ I got a right rollicking that night, but I told Janet when I get to ten total, I’d pack it in. So that’s what I did, Dave Beadnell-Smith you have a lot to answer for!!!

 

 

Norrie & Janet

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You were talking about maybe 15 or 18 rounds, with all kinds of events. We were doing road trials of 150-250 miles, night and day. Then we had two-day events with 250 miles in the Welsh hills; we’d be up to our knees in mud. We were up against trials bikes because the Welsh Two Day was a motorcycle event with a scooter category; it wasn’t on a different course though. I remember Dave Oldland and Maurice Braithwaite, (both good chums, Maurice was a Vespa dealer from Hale, Manchester) being there. They drove the hill on their scooters where I was sinking in a pool of mud and innocently said ‘What are you doing in there?’ I was standing with the scooter submerged in the mud. It was over the floorboards and the engine was still running, I was determined to keep it going. I’m standing at the back of it up to my knees, and I think my words were ‘What do you think I’m bloody doing in here….SINKING! Thankfully both Dave and Maurice rescued me from the mire. Dave was a real character, a devil in a grass track race, there was no holding him back, a winner through and through. Dave was also a VCB Super League Champion two years before I got to win it.

Dave Oldland leads Nev Frost and Brian Hull

Dave Oldland

NK & DO - Tour of Wales

Norrie

After I retired from the VCB championship Colin Taylor won it a couple of years, and it disappeared and fell away after that. I believe it had its day, and I was sad to see it go.

The idea that I could finally give up the Vespa championship and move on to something else in scooter sport felt good. I’d had a lot of fun in the Vespa club family and there was a great social element as well. I’d go down to Torquay and have a lovely meal with Luke. Then at the rally site, the sun was out and we’d be there till midnight. We’d have a bonfire, sit around it and get drunk. Rally organisers Ted and Lesley Parrott would be sitting around the fire having a drink and singing, and then we’d get up and have a dance. We’d all be laughing and giggling, what the hell at… I can’t recall, but we had a great time laughing. We’d have a sporting trial or grass track race on Saturday, then on Sunday we’d have the full rally, and at 6pm it was back on the bike to ride home – 479 miles to Glasgow on my bog-standard 90SS.

In the end, interest locally in Glasgow for the Vespa club waned and numbers dropped. The club closed in 1978. We met up for a farewell drink on the last Tuesday in the Woodend pub up the road, said our piece, sorted out the club trophies, shook hands and headed our separate ways. Later in the year, the Kerr family headed to Long Eaton near Nottingham, and our new life began “over the border”.

The move to England was prompted by the death of my mother. After she passed away, I was bereft. She brought me up after my father passed away when I was eight, so we had serious time together. The move south was accelerated when she passed away and good friend John Ronald, said he could get me a job in Nottingham. John was a top Lambretta rider and before we knew it, Janet and I and the kids, were in a nice semi-detached in Long Eaton, near Nottingham.

 

Ted & Lesley Parrott

John Ronald

After some deliberation I took a bold step and started into business as a partner with Dave Webster with a scooter shop, it was fun, and we had established the business as the biggest scooter shop in the UK at the time, but like all good things, it came to an end. I had itchy feet again, and another stepping stone had been taken, this time into wholesale. That took place in 1989 and from there it seems I found my plateau, whereby I could see the benefits of all the experience come together, not just for me, but for the family too. They are all heavily involved and working hard every day with me. Maybe I am the luckiest storeman, since I have my nearest and dearest close by, all involved to help keep the momentum going.

I was still running my Scooter & Scooterist magazine, which I started in the early seventies. Regardless of anything we were doing, S&S was published month after month, bang on schedule for 14 years. John Gerber who was a true world scooterist in the USA, once said that S&S had held UK scootering together when Scooter World magazine ceased and before Scootering magazine appeared on the UK scooter scene. How kind it was of John to say that, but neither Janet nor I saw it like that. I met John in Chattanooga when I was invited to visit the USA for the “Amerivespa” rally in 2008. We’d written to each other since 1972 but never met till 2008. Only months later we lost John to cancer. What a loss!

The past jobs sometimes flit through my memory and I smile when I remember the fun we had. However, one job sticks out way beyond any job I ever had, it only lasted a year, and that was with Douglas Vespa at Bristol. Douglas was the UK importer of the Vespa scooter and I had the great pleasure of working for them, albeit for only a short period. It was the greatest job I ever had, working with like-minded people who loved the product as much as I did. The MD was Eric Brockway, who was my mentor. I had the greatest respect for him and his wife Jean, they were like a mum and dad to me. They were so kind to the Kerr family, it was as if they were meant to look after me and mine. They were kind, loving and saw way beyond the cheeky young Kerr, found something they liked and nurtured it. Having lost my father to cancer when I was eight, it was nice to have a father figure to relate to.

Eric was without doubt the biggest influence in my adult life. Pearls of wisdom would come forth from him, “do you think that is a good move Norrie? Why not sleep on it first, then make a decision!”, he’d suggest. “Don’t jump in so easily, take a while to respond”, and so I found out what it was to have a father figure as an adult. Eric was a wonderful stand-in. Sadly, Eric passed away and our hearts were broken at our loss. A year later Eric’s wife Jean passed away from a broken heart. The Kerr family had lost our closest friends.


Scooter & Scooterist

Eric Brockway

'Brock' & Ian Kirkpatrick

The scooter fanaticism that had been created in me through being with Glasgow Vespa club pals and many others, manifested itself in my attempt to be as good as they were.

The raw Scottish scooter enthusiast was a rider who could do anything, anyone else could do on a scooter, and I wanted to gain that ability. All this came from owning that little 152L2. All the memories, the happy and sad times we had together, the friends I made over the years, and still have, and the fun and uncertainty of it all.

I felt that with scooter racing there were fewer dates on the calendar, and if I was going to do it, I was going to do it properly. I got heavily into tuning and racing with Dave Webster (Webbo), who was the Lambretta half of the partnership, and of course, I was the Vespa ‘other half’. On the back of my tuning development on the Vespa, predominately small frame, and the bonus of Webbo and I riding the machines, helped to establish MSC and our efforts on the track, to the benefit of the company.

After many years of sprinting and racing, I successfully won FBSC Scooter Road Race Championship in 1983. I got the prestigious No1 plate in 1984, based on my 83’ championship win.

Vespa riders were in the minority in scooter racing. At the time, a new bonus points system was brought in by the FBSC at their AGM. Lambrettas had the biggest numbers, so it was, that with Vespa’s running lower numbers of entrants, the bigger Lambretta classes would get more points over the season. Add to that Lambretta classes had many top riders, Webbo, Ralph Saxelby, Graham Best, Bob West, Guy Topper, Malc Anderson, etc. Whereas the Vespa classes were dominated by Terry Frankland, myself and a couple of others, that sadly was the best we could muster against the top Lambretta boys back then.

To win the championship was a real coup for yours truly, and I added another strike against the big boys, with a championship win in the predominately Lambretta, Group 5, 158cc specials, on my wee Vespa 121cc – LC1. I was the first Vespa rider to win that group and followed it up with another win in the same group a few years later.

As the years wore on, I moved back from a leading contender, to mentoring riders in Team Vespa. I had been racing since 1972 on and off and continually from 1982 till 2001. Team Vespa was formed months before I left MSC, in 1989, and I have had the pleasure of guiding team members to some memorable wins. I enjoyed being a mentor. I got to race a bit, mechanic a bit, help a bit, advise a bit, and I got to watch the team grow. It is still in existence, and members still compete. Importantly we are all close friends.

For all my efforts in bringing young riders into scooter sport, I was nominated in 2006 to go to Buckingham Palace and attend a garden party with the Queen in attendance. Janet and I were delighted to accept the honour and we have wonderful memories of that day and the visit.

I hope this article was a good read and you enjoyed part of my scootering journey in my life.

Norrie Kerr

—- Excerpts from a forthcoming book —-

—- Images edited and inserted by Dave Oldand —-