Hi Throwley,
I didn't dream it all then.
I used to live in Silverdale, the house that faced up Cheadle Close. You could hear the cars across the park, which was always all the encouragement we needed. I'd grab some friends and we'd head over, and as you got closer you could smell the engines... happy days.
If I find anything in the archives I'll be sure to post it here.
ian c.