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http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article ... z12JWOaeAb

Great read, thanks Fausto.

This is typical tabloid softporn... Not that we didn't know that Hunt was a playboy before, but it's junk from start to finish. Need we say any more?

I think someone is jealous.

Actually, I know someone is - me!

The quote to Richard Burton over the "transfer"of his wife is comedy gold.

An amusing read, but probably published knowing that the dead can't complain of defamation.

Well,talking about the same man sporting the patch "sex:breakfast of champions" on the overalls.More, in Lauda's book "to hell and back" he's supposed to have made lauda smoke a joint to ease the pain of the burns, Then all the stuff at the Hesketh's time, as recalled by Postletwaithe...good ol'times.

Oh yea thats how a real F1 driver should be like.

Although without a doubt James Hunt was a true party animal and was the true "handsome racing playboy", I believe this article adds a lot of embellishments that cannot be disproven at this stage in time.

Tabloid journalism, nothing more, nothing less.

Indeed. The Daily Mail isn't renowned for being hugely accurate. It's a tabloid for those who don't want to be seen reading a red top. I doubt this story made the printed version (although I could be wrong). It's usually full of xenophobic claptrap. I know - my mother reads it and sadly seems to believe much of what she reads. I've given up trying to discuss any issues raised in it when I visit - we just end up arguing...

I'm a great fan of James Hunt. He was the best, the man that took more risks. He cared about few things. The amount of anecdotes you get about your life show how different from the rest you are.

The one (also witnessed by many, believed by few) I like more is this: once, when he was being paid by Marlboro to race, he went to a store on the track to buy a pack of cigarettes of a different brand, in full view of spectators.

He wasn't alone: this was the time of "make love, not war" and "imagination to power".... Even Lord Hesketh, his sponsor, moved him from F2 to F1 because "there was no difference in expenses".

Then there was the scandal when he refused to sign a contract that forced him to wear sponsor's clothes to parties and galas... He went barefooted and in a T-shirt. That, man, is an attitude I love.

I miss it more when I see many drivers of today babbling about team work and how the sponsors (greedy factories, if you ask me) are the salt and pepper of their careers. They are either hypocrites or they haven't read Marx (I'm inclined towards the second option because I'm probably the last smoking, stoned communist on Earth).

I also remember the time he had a row with Max Mosley (yes, that Mosley) when his car broke and he took a car of a different team to be able to race.

This kind of persons is my favorite: those born under a lone star with a broken song to sing, a song that in the end says nothing but gives you everything.

Besides, is that a truly tabloid article? Why it is so focused in his sex life beats me, but not because of the scandal but because is an empty article: who is NOT a sex addict? We are addicted to sex by design. At least, I am.

Finally, I'm sure Dave HAS to love the man that discovered Gilles Villeneuve. Don't you, Dave?

Gracias, viejo Fausto.

He really like his narcotics though. Can't imagine any of the modern driver sniffing cocaine on a regular basis.

n smikle wrote:He really like his narcotics though. Can't imagine any of the modern driver sniffing cocaine on a regular basis.

Maybe Tomas Enge would have done so, if the FIA did not took his licence away why he was still in F3000 - for this reason.

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Ciro Pabón wrote:I'm a great fan of James Hunt. He was the best, the man that took more risks. He cared about few things. The amount of anecdotes you get about your life show how different from the rest you are.

The one (also witnessed by many, believed by few) I like more is this: once, when he was being paid by Marlboro to race, he went to a store on the track to buy a pack of cigarettes of a different brand, in full view of spectators.

He wasn't alone: this was the time of "make love, not war" and "imagination to power".... Even Lord Hesketh, his sponsor, moved him from F2 to F1 because "there was no difference in expenses".

Then there was the scandal when he refused to sign a contract that forced him to wear sponsor's clothes to parties and galas... He went barefooted and in a T-shirt. That, man, is an attitude I love.

I miss it more when I see many drivers of today babbling about team work and how the sponsors (greedy factories, if you ask me) are the salt and pepper of their careers. They are either hypocrites or they haven't read Marx (I'm inclined towards the second option because I'm probably the last smoking, stoned communist on Earth).

I also remember the time he had a row with Max Mosley (yes, that Mosley) when his car broke and he took a car of a different team to be able to race.

This kind of persons is my favorite: those born under a lone star with a broken song to sing, a song that in the end says nothing but gives you everything.

Besides, is that a truly tabloid article? Why it is so focused in his sex life beats me, but not because of the scandal but because is an empty article: who is NOT a sex addict? We are addicted to sex by design. At least, I am.

Finally, I'm sure Dave HAS to love the man that discovered Gilles Villeneuve. Don't you, Dave?

Gracias, viejo Fausto.

That all sounds very poetic. So you admire a man who cheated on his wife and did drugs all the time. Oh yes, he was so admirable.