Very sad to hear Kiwi Ginger Molloy - #MotoGP runner-up to Agostini in 1970 - has died, aged 88. He was your typical gritty privateer of the time: 90% racing on street circuits, half starved, sleeping under his van, hard as nails, making a quid anyway he could, even doing a bit of race-fixing, just to survive.
Read and take note:
“If I earned some good money we’d have a meal in a restaurant. Otherwise we couldn’t afford that. Breakfast was a couple of cans of baked beans, heated up on the primus stove, and washed down with a cup of tea. Once we only had rolled oats, so we had porridge for breakfast and the leftover porridge was left to go cold, so Claire (Mrs Molloy) made it into porridge fritters for dinner.”
“Assen was something else. There were hot showers, the only riders’ camp in Europe to have them. And good toilets, something that always seemed to be forgotten in other places. And in the morning you were woken by the ring of the milkman’s bell – such luxury to have fresh milk and butter delivered to our doorstep each day, because we didn’t have a fridge.”
Photo: Molloy repositioning the load on his van - somewhere in Spain in 1965