When news of Clay Regazzoni's death broke on December 15, it came as quite a shock. Amid the rubble of my office was a pile of business cards, and on top, for no special reason, was Regazzoni's. It had caught my eye that very morning, and his name had registered in my mind.
Regazzoni came from a different era in so many ways. A few years ago, Eddie Irvine - the only F1 driver of note who, like me, was born in 1965 - made an interesting observation. When we were young, he said, racing drivers were men. And these days, they're boys.
Of course that is in part a natural reaction to growing up, policemen looking younger every day and that sort of thing. Nevertheless, I'm convinced that there were more larger-than-life characters around in the seventies. I'm sure those who were drawn to racing in the fifties or sixties feel the same way.