Once upon a time it was easy to categorise a British racing hero. Bow-tied Hawthorn; canny Jackie; dashing James with an eye for the ladies; marauding Mansell; Damon, the valiant underdog. We understood who they were. We knew what to think.
Through shifting eras they wrote their own chapters in the book of British sporting greats, crystallising our opinions through their deeds on and off-track. Be it silk-sheets Jim Clark - all classical elegance at the wheel of yet another brilliant Chapman Lotus - or boy-next-door-Button, they've formed a golden thread of winners whose presence at the sharp end of Formula 1 has helped cement Britain's wider involvement in the sport.
Indeed, for the British motor-racing establishment, the sight of Moss, Brooks or 'Wattie' winning for Cooper, Vanwall or McLaren could only mean that all was right with the world. God in his heaven. The sceptred isle green and pleasant for another day. Phew!