Juan Fangio was the great man of racing, whilst Stirling Moss was the epitome of a racing driver.

The years I raced in were fantastic. There was so much change in the cars. We went from treaded tyres to no wings right through to slicks to enormous wings.

Good luck in most cases comes through the misfortune of others.

In my sport, the quick are too often listed among the dead

There's enough Ferraris here to eat a plate of spaghetti.

In one year I travelled 450,000 miles by air.

Nobody's perfect, but all of us can be better than we are.