Nevertheless during these two seasons, Chapman impressed me a lot because he had the faculty to pull himself out of the most critical situations.

My father was a motorsports journalist and a motorbike fan. He gave me my motocross bike.

Before the season begins, I had even damaged some frames, but Ken did not hold it against me and kept all his confidence. He was the one who incontestably changed my life, because without his help, I do not know what I will have become.

Fortunately, in the place where I went out, they had set up a little previously a fence which prevented me finally from smashing against trees. I went out with a broken leg only. A small price to be paid at the time for an accident of this kind.

What fascinated me, it was not the glory, but the contact with the public.

In the past, two colleagues died each season. It was generally accepted this could happen.