Eric Jackson: Chieftain Rally 1973
Rally driver Eric Jackson was strictly a Ford man. The only recorded competition car he drove that wasn’t a Ford was a Vauxhall in the 1959 Monte Carlo Rally.
So it’s not surprising that when Jacko had ‘the big one’ – the rally accident that nearly finished him off – he was driving a Ford Escort. Here’s a photograph of how he managed to rearrange the car:
He’d really made a pretty good job of it, hadn’t he?
The lads at the rally centre at Service Garage were pretty good but even they couldn’t put this Humpty back together again.
What about Eric? As you probably know, his recent driving adventures had taken him to Africa and various other parts of the world. Parts of the world that were pretty uncivilised back in those days.
And Mr Nine Lives had escaped from bandits, drugged-up boy soldiers, crazed mercenaries, cannibals and a whole menagerie of wild animals.
So where was it that he got so badly banged up? Salisbury Plain in England. Just a couple of hours drive from his Barnsley home.
It reminds me of when he was shot in the stomach. Just before that happened, he had been shot at by Russian soldiers in Berlin. He’d been attacked in one of the dodgiest areas of 1950s Detroit. He’d met Mafia leaders in the Bronx. And where was he when he was almost fatally shot?
Barnsley in Yorkshire. Just a stone’s throw from his own home.
It was all very well his family worrying about him going to the Congo, to Timbuktu or one of his frequent drives across the Sahara. The man could get himself into trouble wherever he was, even in his hometown.
The rally accident
His navigator Don Barrow, who escaped unhurt by the way, gives an account of the accident on his website. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back for Don who gave up navigating after the Salisbury Plain episode. Eric Jackson’s back was another matter. The car had flipped end over end, cartwheeling time after time. Every time it landed on its roof during one of its somersaults, Eric’s helmet was forced against the roof of the Escort over and over and over again.
This apparently is a good way to crush the vertebrae that make up the spine in addition to breaking the sternum (the breastbone) and a good few ribs besides. In his book Petrol in my Blood (see the sidebar) Eric describes:
“I began to see stars like I had never seen in my life. However before all the pain and the noise I had caught a glimpse of two people about two hundred yards away who has to run like hell to get out of the way of our flying Ford. I learned later that they were marshals from the local motor club; they came to visit me in the hospital They said it was like being chased by a Barnes Wallace bomb of Dambusters fame.”
He then goes on to say that:
‘Rally marshals are the unsung heroes of our sport’.
Did he fully recover from his injuries? Well, here is is at the age of ninety at the NEC as a guest of the Ford Corsair Owners Club in March 2015.
Photo courtesy of Sam Pawley Photography
Thanks too to Don Barrow who let me know that the accident took place on 21st April, 1973.
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April 22, 2016
Well it sure was a big accident, however it’s best to have a look on this page http://www.donbarrow.co.uk/autobiography_stage3.html where you can read my account of what actually happened – Don Barrow.
April 23, 2016
I love your story, Don. I’d never thought about the aftermath so that’s very interesting.
October 3, 2015
I knew your dad in the late 60s,70s when Trev & Mike setup my rally escort in Dodworth Rd.II pass it many times a week and often wonder how they are going on.My son asked me if I knew him after talking to another x motor trade man on Barnsley Market nice to know he is still aron and lookin well.
October 3, 2015
Hi there Ty, I remember you! Well, I definitely remember your name and I think I can remember what you looked like too. It was all a long time ago though – good to hear from you!
April 6, 2015
lol at ‘Mr. Nine Lives’- and did he ever have 9 lives, the angel of death just couldn’t get his grip on this man! Interesting story!
April 6, 2015
Thanks so much, Barbara!