As a kid in the 1950s, I was taken by my parents to Silverstone, Aintree and Oulton Park, where a few shillings would buy you a paddock pass. Bliss for an adoring fan.
It goes without saying that I worshipped Stirling Moss, but in truth I idolised anyone who drove a racing car, and none more than Archie Scott-Brown, whose style on the track was beyond spectacular.
What made this the more remarkable was that, on the face of it, Scott-Brown was hardly equipped to drive cars, let alone race them. During pregnancy, his mother had contracted German measles, and in the late 1920s the potentially dreadful consequences for an unborn child were not recognised.
Archie’s left arm was normal, but he had no right forearm or hand, and his…
