I suppose I first met Stirling at Goodwood in the 1950s, and I raced with or against him for seven years on and off. Although we were both forced to…

Those last 10 laps were exhausting. I was checking the rev counter, listening anxiously to the engine’s note, changing gear with exaggerated care, braking a little earlier and giving the…

German Grand Prix, August 3rd 1958 As I drove through the Eifel Mountains towards the Nurburgring for the first time and the rather forbidding castle suddenly came into view, shrouded…