There was a disbelief at the Autosport International Show two weeks ago when the news of John Webb’s passing began to filter through. What was remarkable was the feeling of genuine sadness at the death of a man who had not been at the forefront of motorsport for more than three decades.
It would not be incorrect to say that John Webb shaped the way my life would be. As a wide-eyed kid pressed to the fence at Brands Hatch from the mid-1970s, I simply lapped
