Letters

Like Mike Doodson, I have many fond memories of Aintree [Was it a fix?, August]. My father, who had raced motorbikes on Southport Sands, took me along to Aintree in 1955. He had previously taken me to

Time to celebrate 75 years with an epic blast from track to track

A sunny Saturday at Oulton Park for the historic racing Gold Cup offered a little slice of bliss. Forgetting to apply suncream certainly wasn’t a problem the last time my dad was here, on a streaming

I NEVER GOT THE CHANCES I THOUGHT I DESERVED

Where the guys are all ready to Go! Go! Go!

The First World on a good day ...