I lifted the UV-cracked visor. ‘ Which way does the track go and what’s the lap record?’ I called out over the noise of the valve
gear rattling and clanging between my legs. The flag marshal’s eyebrows raised in disbelief. I could see him muttering, ‘And
who the hell do you think you are — Mike Hailwood?’
In 1979 Graeme Crosby arrived in Britain with his worldly possessions in a carry-bag. His racing suit draped over his left
shoulder, a scratched helmet in his right hand and just £150 in his wallet, he was ready to take on the world.
Four years later ‘Croz’, as he is affectionately known to millions of fans, walked away from the glamour of world championship
Grand Prix racing, taking with him a bag full of trophies and his ever-present sense of humour. In that short time he had achieved
more than most riders could ever hope for in a lifetime of racing.
Become his pillion passenger as he takes you on a fast and furious journey from the grassroots of New Zealand motorcycle
racing through Australia, Japan, the UK and Europe. Experience with him the crashes, the pain, the elation of winning and the
international controversies. While the politics, boycotts and tragic fatalities make enthralling reading, the common thread
is his determination to enjoy life and have fun. And win a few world championships.
Graeme Crosby now lives at Matakana, north of Auckland, where he and his wife are establishing their own piece of paradise. This
is his first book. It doesn’t show.