Heard the news about Sir Stirling Moss’s mishap, falling three stories down his own lift shaft and breaking half the bones in his body. No funny puns about getting shafted, please.
Personally I revere anybody who averaged more than thirty races per year for all of 16 years, sometimes more than double that. Not only that, but also winning almost half of them. F1, rally sports, endurance, didn’t matter what. Those were the days, my friend. Drivers were real men then, as opposed to today’s little snivelers.
Stirling, we all hope you’ll recover soon.