Learn what it was like for someone whose general role in motorcycle
Grand Prix racing of the sixties was as ‘filler’ on the start-grids.
Not a super-star, but someone who felt that he almost made it at Grand
Prix level, whilst attempting to grasp his Holy Grail and become World
Champion in the motorcycle road racing school of greedy race-meeting
organisers, dangerous circuits and hard-knocks. The dream aspiration
and goal, which was nurtured and pursued by him throughout his growing
up and early maturity, in the beautiful North Gloucestershire Cotswold
Join with Jim on his lap of life, as he recounts in his own words and inimitable style, the journey that took him from one of the country’s backwaters, via his first taste of motorcycle sport at the early age of four and a half, to where he is today, still watching and re-living the excitement that he sought and knew in his heyday.
Through his book, live with him as he reaches the cutting edge of the competition to be top dog in the aggressive world of short circuit scratching, during the late sixties and early seventies. Winning the 125cc British Championship in 1968 and becoming runner-up in that season’s 350cc Championship. Following which success, he gained a remarkable victory on his first introduction to the legendary, 24 km long circuit of the Nurburgring, in Germany.
A central period of his life witnessed and experienced the thrill of the one and only Historic TT race, of 1984. Suffer with him too as he describes the debilitating effects of, and successful fight against, a rare-type of non-Hodgkins lymphoma which struck him at the age of forty-four years, soon after the euphoria of that TT come-back had died down. The successful recovery from which disease, ultimately led to a short return to the track in 1986 with the Classic Motorcycle Racing Club, in order to prove to himself that he still ‘had it’, a personal and passionate belief which was proven to be correct.
Laugh with this hacker and scoff, if you dare, as he attempts to come to grips with the anguish that masquerades as the sport of golf, the seeds for which masochism were sown on the pitch and putt course behind the TT pits, in Douglas, IOM
Discover what it was like to attend on Royalty, almost by default, at a unique Buckingham Palace garden-party in 1992, thanks to the generosity of his old pal Kenny Williams, and hear of the famous people whom he met there.
Finally, having once more been bitten by the racing-bug, you will read how his supposed ‘last hurrah’, encompassing the 2000 Manx Grand Prix races in order to raise money for charity, led him to embark on a further satisfying season of racing. Including a few incident-packed meetings on the Continent, which at last dampened that fire that had raged within for nigh-on fifty years.
“ My first memory of Jim Curry was when he was called Fred. In all the racing programmes and on the commentaries of the early ’60’s, he was known as that. However I called him something else after a racing encounter at Paddock Bend at Brands Hatch in 1965 that ended with myself surveying the banking at very close quarters! I quickly found out that like many an Ace rider, a happy go lucky personality in the paddock could turn immediately into an extremely competitive and hard racer on the track.
Jim was ‘The Star’ on his CR93 Honda’s and was the target for us other 125cc riders to try and beat. He had all the benefits that were needed by a successful racer, mechanical empathy, workshop skills, superb riding style, and was born with a total desire to win at whatever he put his hand to. I am sure that if he had been in the RAF, he would have been the top fighter pilot, mind you those bottle glass national health specs might have been a problem!
As I have mentioned, Jim is a born winner and a health problem didn’t deter him from living life to the full, overcoming it and making a remarkable racing comeback in CRMC races and The Manx Grand Prix in the Isle of Man.
Everybody hears about the ‘Works’ Stars but this story tells you about the life and times of a ‘Privateer’. The hardship, the fun, the camaraderie, the spills and the thrills. It has brought back to me so many of the memories of those days. It is a social history and a thrilling book to read. ”
“I joined Honda UK in 1987 as an Area Manager for London and I remember Jim Curry then was a Honda Dealer in Evesham. During one of the dealer conferences which we used to have on a regular basis, there was always a part at the end for Q&A from the dealers to the Management. This one time, things got quite heated and some of the dealers were very angry, as at that time we were experiencing a lot of grey imports coming into the UK and the dealers wanted to know what we "The Management" were going to do about it.
I was on the stage with Bob McMillan who was then the boss of motorcycles, when in the middle of all the shouting, Jim stood up and said: "Bob, can I ask you a question Can you tell me why they have taken the grease nipple off the front forks of the C90...!!?? To which Bob replied: "Jim, sit down please"
A couple of years later, Jim became a casualty of a major dealer review in the UK (nothing to do with the C90 forks, by the way..!) and he wrote a letter to our Japanese President expressing his anger at being terminated, which he signed off: "Yours Sincerely, Sayonara and Kiss My A**e"
What a true Legend..!! ”
“ A brilliant insight into a life lived to the full ”
“ 'Jim Curry - A Lap of My Life' is a fascinating story of Jim's life. I have known Jim for quite a number of years and his enthusiasm for motorcycles, racing and life in general shine through in his book. This is an excellent, amusing, in depth read. Join Jim on a lap of his life. ”