Drop the finger, Jacky!

Jean Graton and Jacky Ickx, Le Mans, 2002.

Drop the finger, Jacky!

For the last couple of years, I’ve distinctly felt a finger pointing at me, like the one of Jacky Ickx, right there in the photo next to my father. It seemed to be saying : Hey, you who’s always telling stories, what are you waiting for to tell his ? The man who drew over a hundred albums, who brought three generations the stuff of dreams, doesn’t he deserve a book? It’s true that Jean Graton’s story is the most implausible of all. But, hundreds of drawings and photos had to be tracked down, then an excellent quill for the texts, a first class layout artist and a high-powered editor, revving to go, had all to be found. Well, we’ve done it! The baby was born, it came in at 2.5 kilos and 320 pages. You can lower your finger now, Jacky.