Last weekend I settled with Steve on the sofa to watch the Malaysian Moto GP. Two laps in, a crash took the life of 24-year-old Marco Simoncelli and as I watched his lifeless body on the bitumen, my mind of its own accord saw my brother, Paul, laying on a coasty road in the early hours of March 1979. I was sixteen at the time and have carried with me certain ‘facts’ of the accident. For example, I recall hearing that Paul had died on impact when a steel rail pieced his chest. Since he died on
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Posted on 10/26/2011