In the Sunday Times yesterday, there was a little article on Mike Hailwood written by Murray Walker. Muzza and Mikes dads were pals apparently. I always felt he never had the right machinery to shine in F1, though I doubt he would ever have been World Champ, he may just have won the odd race. He was without doubt though the greatest motorcyclist ever.
My interest in motorbikes was largely influenced by Mike's comeback to the TT on the Sports Motorcycle Ducati. My Dad, never the world's biggest bike fan, thought it was fantastic. For that, I owe Mike a great debt. Mike and his daughter were killed, as has been said, going to buy fish and chips in his Rover SD1. The irony is as palpable today as it was then. The accident happened on the road that goes under Spagghetti Junction and was about half a mile away from where I bought my first house and I could never drive by without thinking about them.