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Stirling always said he was 'a racer' not 'a driver' and he drove flat out every time he competed. Many times the cars failed him, but he would scornfully say to the team owner/manager "It's not my fault if the cars you provide can't take the pace needed to win."
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My company Jaguar Rover Australia brought Stirling Down Under many times between 1985 and 1989 to treat Jaguar owners and potential buyers to a few laps at high speed around a variety of circuits as a promotion to sell more cars.
His performances flabbergasted the passengers, noting his calm, smooth approach to pushing a production sedan car hard enough to impress, but not make the Avons squeal.
|Stirling, my wonderful PA Joan Tough and James Hunt|
A Jaguar customer asked him once: "What's the most fun thing about racing?" to which Stirling replied: "Chasing the crumpet."
Stirling always considered his win in the 1961 Monaco Grand Prix his greatest F1 victory, driving a Lotus-Climax which was underpowered compared to the Ferraris, but he won the day by sheer skill and determination.
|Monaco 1961, Moss is running third, his friend Phil Hill leading in a Ferrari|
In 1988 at the Australian F1 Grand Prix in Adelaide I finally asked him why he retired from mainstream racing, and he said: "You know old boy, I tried to rekindle my skills, but at that point I realised I could see my horizon of fear. That being the case, it was time to stop."