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Stu taking the TT’s tight Governor’s Bridge corner As I’d done a spot of contributing work for what was back then New Zealand Motorcycle News, the chief scribe (the only member of staff as I recall) did me up a sort of ‘allow this man entry’ letter, which a month before I embarked I sent off to the five events I targeted. He’d come up with the contact addresses. It worked. I got to the gate, presented my copy of the letter and identification and after some paperwork was sifted through I was awarded a press pass which I proudly, and with rather “look at me” headiness, placed around my neck. I still have all five of them, including an armband I had to wear while wandering about at the Isle of Man. I got to wander the pit lanes, meet the riders, bump into George Harrison, get an ale from Sheeny, chat with Agostini and Mick Grant, get introduced to Johnny Cecotto and, of course, catch up with Stu and John when I could. I bumped into John at the 2010 Moto GP at Philip Island and bless him, he remembered me from the European landscape of ‘77. Made my day. So, the other evening I was sifting through drawers and boxes and folders and albums and unearthed some pics I’d snapped of Stu 40 KIWI RIDER at the TT. I have since made copies and flicked them off to him, as I’m sure he’ll shout me a beer next time he’s over. Forty one years ago. Still can’t quite wrap my head around that part of the whole wonderful equation called “memory”. I only wish I had written more things down, but when there are free ales going, and autographs to pursue, one tends to just seize the moment. I can recall the more startling things and still have three albums of photos, so all is not completely lost. So you young track attendees of today, save or borrow and get someone to forge, I mean lodge, some media short-cut paperwork and get to Europe next season and watch the Moto stars of 2019 duelling it out. Oh yeah, that’s another thing (please bear with me) back at the French GP in ‘77 I watched a lad called Graziano Rossi hunt for the lead. Today his boy is a legend, and at the 2014 Aussie Moto GP Valentino was delighted to see my programme from Paul Ricard in ‘77 with his dad’s name in it, and duly autographed it along with a chirpy “ciao”. Hey, I’ll only be 65 next year... probably still time to whip over for another few ales at Assen. Might catch up with Stu and John there.