Like many motor racing fans, my original dream of becoming a World Champion racing driver started when I was a small boy, aged about five or six years old. How this was to become a reality was beyond dreams, I was the son of a Lutterworth farmer and far removed from the sport itself. In later years, once Dad let me loose in the farm Austin A60 pickup across the tracks and fields, I would drive as I believed a…

Here’s the naturally gifted Ronnie Peterson in the misconceived March 721X at speed during the 1972 Belgian Grand Prix.
Photo: Maureen Magee