Ifell in love with motor racing when I was just five years old and, growing up in South Africa, not a month went by when my father and I didn’t go to a race. There was a lot of racing there in the 1960s, teams and drivers coming from Europe, and our own Sunshine Series. Before I had a car I used to hitchhike to Kyalami for the Grand Prix.
The Nine Hours was the big event. I saw all the great sports cars, Ferrari 250 GTO, 250 LM, Porsche 904 and 906, Ford GT40, it was exciting to see all those cars. At the Grand Prix you could walk round the back of the pits and there was Jimmy Clark just sitting there. It was surreal, and I just wanted to get to Europe.
Back then racing was an adventure. There was an irreverence about it that
