Robert Cooper reflects on tragedy and triumph during his 50+ years in racing

Just now the mundane seems such an attractive option; I will find out for myself on July 30 when I wave farewell to the daily grind. About time too, with a few gaps on my voyage, I’ve been on the go since September 1, 1969 – the week after Bob Dylan’s Isle of Wight concert; I wasn’t there but a fellow trainee city slicker started on the same day. As we say on TV, it’s time for a break.
However, I mention the appeal of uneventful daily life in the aftermath of the unspeakable horror that has been inflicted on my col...