By Rodger Anderson
It would be hard to find someone in the free world who has never heard of Sir Stirling Craufurd Moss OBE, certainly in the place us older folk call the British Empire anyway. It’s a favourite line of the average police officer as he gives you that speeding ticket “who do you think you are? Stirling Moss”.
A girl I once knew showed me where her mother kept a photo of him behind the door of the hot water cupboard, a place where the husband never frequented of course, so she could secretly admire it during the course of her daily duties. I did hear about a post card sent,during the November before the New Zealand Tasman Series of motor races which said “Hello darling. I’m coming back to New Zealand, how are you fixed?” Hmmm, I wonder.
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