Stirling Moss was the reason I developed an interest in motor sport. It’s June 1955, and I am a bored 10-year-old at a family gathering at my grandparents’ house. One of my uncles hands me a copy of the June edition of Motor Sport magazine with the words: “Here lad, have a look at this”.
I flicked through it, bored with most of it, until I found the legendary report by Denis Jenkinson of sitting beside Stirling Moss in their Mercedes 300SLR and winning the Mille Miglia by a margin of half an hour. After that I was hooked on motor sport and followed his career. What a legend: RIP Stirling.
Andy Burrows, Chesham, Bucks
I really got to know the man and his character after the motor sport accident I was a victim of in 2000. After several weeks in intensive care, I had been moved to a high dependency ward in London, and was settling down to an early night when there was a knock on the door to my room, followed by the man himself, a huge smile and two bottles of wine! A couple of weeks later he returned, this time with Lady Susie, and thoughtfully had purchased a then-new Billy the Bass singing fish to amuse me and the nurses on my ward!