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1969: In the driver's seat

1960s cars had no wings and small tyres and were so incredibly fast.

I got to drive the cars myself a lot, I used to have a lot of fun with them. For some reason over the years it became almost unquestionable that, when we got to the race track, we would get the cars out of the truck and I drive them to where they needed to be. I would go round two or three times in the race car to get it warm, check for any leaks, then park her up again and say: ’Yeah she’s good.’ One year we had a garage that was on the far side of Johannesburg, it was like being on the wrong side of London. We’d have to get up to collect it, drive through town stopping at the traffic lights, then out through the other side into the countryside, and onto the race tracks. It was about twenty miles driving as fast as we could go in Formula 1 cars.

Spa in Belgium was a classic. Spa was a big race track and we used to have a garage at the bottom and the pits were up the top. In the morning we started the cars up and drove half way around the track to the pits. After practice we drove them around the other half back towards the garage, the cars were red hot and raring to go. There was a big straight called the Masta straight, which had a railway line right across the middle. The chief mechanic who worked on Denny’s car when I worked on Bruce's’ car used to climb in and say: ‘What do you reckon tonight, 9000?’ So we got onto the straight at 9000rpm with the car was screaming at top pitch and we’d get back and look at the charts and say: ‘Ooh 160mph.’ The next night he’d say: ‘9500?’ and I’d say: ‘Yeah, 9500.’ We’d charge across this railway line and say: ‘Ooh 180mph.’

We got up to 190mph, the cars were very fast in those days.

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