The first motor race I attended was the 1960 Le Mans 24hrs, certainly a blue riband event to cut my teeth on. The cars, the colours, the noise, the smell and the general razzmatazz of the occasion was mind-blowing. These days it’s the memories and the nostalgia of that race and the numerous others that I witnessed from that day forward that has drawn me to historic motor racing. Keeping those memories alive and being able to drive a handful of those iconic cars, driven by some of the most famous names in the sport, on so many of the legendary circuits like here at Silverstone, at Monaco, at Monza and numerous others, even though they have changed a little, is a sincere privilege and something I truly enjoy. At that first Le Mans race I remember, as though it were yesterday, Olivier Gendebien and Paul Frère taking the chequered flag in their Ferrari 250 TR59. Unfortunately, I haven’t yet raced a Ferrari – I think they’re wonderful cars and I hope to still have a chance to drive one someday!