Endless motorbike talk can and does bore me.

Don't wait for your ship to come in, swim out and meet the bloody thing.

I thought: This is not racing, it's a suicide mission.

They were ridiculous times. After I won my World Championship in 1976, I went to Japan.

I vowed I would do everything I could to stop the Isle of Man counting towards the World Championship. And it was stopped, so they love me in the Isle of Man.

I race in two or three classic races a year and I may carry on for 10 more years or I may stop tomorrow.

Nobody within motorcycling has or deserves any respect.