It’s 1952, and Donald Healey has just pulled off his masterful coup.
The beautiful and lithe new roadster, its lines perfectly imagined by Gerry Coker and setting the template as the epitome of the British Sports Car, is half-hidden behind a pillar, but soon will explode into the world – mostly the United States – as a fully fledged production car.
But there’s a problem. Cars are needed for publicity, for test drives.
The Healey has been designed and hand-crafted by a small cadre of genius, hands-on engineers; the highest echelon of men in sheds at the top of their game, if you will.
They were ‘DMH’ himself, son Geoffrey, experimental department head Roger Menadue, chassis designer Barry Bilbie and works manager Harry Brandish.