MAILBOX
LETTER OF THE MONTH
Regarding the feature about Stirling Moss on page 62 of the July 2021 issue, this letter is both six and 51 years in the writing.
16 September 1950 found me as a seven-year-old in the company of my father, lying soaked to the skin at the Dundrod circuit with head stuck out through the hedge, inches from the tarmac, watching the wonderful-sounding XK 120 of Stirling Moss circulate for three rain-drenched hours. (I’ve never seen any colour photos of the race – was the XK really a light olive green as my ageing memory recalls?)
Absolutely enthralled, that day sowed the seeds of a lifetime’s passion
