I decided there and then to sue the bastards.
I vowed I would do everything I could to stop the Isle of Man counting towards the world championship. And it was stopped, so they love me in the Isle of Man.
Endless motorbike talk can and does bore me.
I race in two or three classic races a year and I may carry on for 10 more years or I may stop tomorrow.
I thought: This is not racing, it's a suicide mission.
It wasn't about the money. I just wanted them to admit it was their fault.
It's not as if there's a noise problem, because they use the same circuits as Formula One.
Nobody within motorcycling has or deserves any respect.
They were ridiculous times. After I won my world championship in 1976, I went to Japan.
I'd get to within a yard of that door you walk through and the thing would go mad. I used to carry an X-ray in my briefcase, to show them. But I had all the metal taken out.
