Damon and Johnny here. Motorsport's answer to Ant and Dec, just a lot
more comprehensible and, all in all, a wee bit taller. Between us we
have about 100 years' experience of driving cars quickly and have
competed in 261 Grand Prix spawning 25 wins, 49 podiums, one World
Championship and 458 championship points. We even have a win at Le Mans
to our names, as well as two smashed ankles, a broken arm, a broken
wrist, a broken leg, about sixty broken ribs, a pierced upper thigh that
missed Johnny's twig and berries by millimetres, and a bruised ego or
three.Basically, we're two middle-aged men who are both what you might
call physically compromised. That said, contrary to popular belief, we
still have a modicum of bladder control and can talk Formula 1 with the
best of them. Which brings us to our book. Despite its immense
popularity, when it comes to things like humour and absurdity, Formula 1
is not exactly a ride on the big dipper and in that respect it hasn't
buttered our parsnips for decades. Well, nil desperandum boys and girls
because we, Damon Graham Devereux Hill, OBE, and John Paul Herbert, No
BE, are here to put the F back into Formula 1 by ditching aerodynamics,
clean air and tyre degradation in favour of honest, forthright opinions
and apocryphal stories involving automotive derring-do. And,
derring-don't!
