They were ridiculous times. After I won my World Championship in 1976, I went to Japan.
Nobody within motorcycling has or deserves any respect.
I thought: This is not racing, it's a suicide mission.
I race in two or three classic races a year and I may carry on for 10 more years or I may stop tomorrow.
Endless motorbike talk can and does bore me.
Don't wait for your ship to come in, swim out and meet the bloody thing.