The maddest 12 months of my life. The journey begins with an oddball race up an American mountain and ends with me checking myself out of hospital with a broken back. Once more…’ As Guy Martin’s grandfather Voldemars regularly reminded him,’When you’re dead, you’re dead.’ So, before it’s all over, Man Martin is making the most of the time he’s got.
On this previous 12 months alone, Guy has raced the Isle of Man TT and completed on the rostrum; bike trekked through India; competed in solo 24-hour bicycles races; flown a stunt airplane; broken a go-kart speed record down a French mountain and dusted himself off after a dramatic crash on the Dunrod one hundred fifty Superbike race.
“When you’re dead, you’re dead”
And he is carried out all this round his day job as a truck mechanic. However let Guy tell you about it himself: “This book begins in a Transit, ends in a Transit, and in between I’ve raced a number of pushbikes, raced just a few motorbikes and acquired a good few tales to inform you.” (Spot on).