Grand Prix “Mum”

For me, motor racing became like a drug—the more I attended Grand Prix events in the UK and Europe the more I wanted to get onto the “inside.” At first, I’d go motor racing with my brother, later I met Stuart, my husband. We’d travel to Zandvoort, Zolder, Spa and other European circuits in a VW van we converted into a caravanette. It was at Zolder, in May 1976, where the first seed of our ultimate career was set. While…