Gary Nixon: some hero

Around the time when the ‘Swinging Sixties’ turned into the miserable, three-day week, Ted Heath, and power cuts at tea-time, there was a meeting in a Floridian ale house between various factions of the BSA Triumph meritocracy.

There was beer, and boasts, which ended up in a hair-brained scheme to pit the best racers that the USA could muster against their counterparts from the UK. Just to make it more fair (I’m Joe King, clearly) the tussle would take