My driving roots were from my Dad and my brother who both raced. I was brought up with and around cars. The day I turned 17, the first thing I did was to go and buy my driving license—it’s what you did back then. You put your money on the Post Office counter, asked for a license and walked away with it. The first car I drove was a grey Mini—it was my Mum’s car, but I drove it all…
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