“It was one lap too many, he just closed his eyes,” said Lady Susie Moss of the moment her husband Sir Stirling slipped away early on Easter Sunday morning, April 12, at the age of 90. The most versatile, complete and surely best-known British racing driver, worn out by a long illness, had seen his last chequered flag – but is now at peace.
For those who have admired Moss all these years, it felt as though the breaking of such news should have been accompanied by some sort of thunderclap – or perhaps more fittingly a chorus of blaring racing engines. Instead, in these strange times of lockdown, there was only eerie silence broken by birdsong. At his age and in the wake of his illness, Moss’s passing was not unexpected, but at that moment there was still a sense of shock.
Moss personified all that is best about our sport. His moniker ‘Mr Motor Racing’ was the true epitaph of a man who always raced in the moment, on the limit right to the line.