Roberts won the MotoGP title at his first attempt in 1978, only to smash himself up while testing Yamaha’s latest 500 GP bike in February 1979.
At least Martin can take some positives from Roberts’ story, because the American retained his crown. These may be very different times, but Roberts’ injuries were significantly worse than Martin’s.
Roberts was riding at Yamaha’s Fukuroi test track in Japan when he lost the front attacking a 110mph corner (Japanese test tracks were fast back then!) and slammed into the guardrail at 90mph. He broke his back, a foot and a collarbone and ruptured his spleen.
“I remember laying there, going, I’m toast, I’m toast,” Roberts recalls. “My back was numb and I knew I’d hurt something in my stomach.”
Roberts was rushed to a dilapidated Japanese hospital.
“For three days I thought I was going to die. They wouldn’t give me pain shots because it’d slow down the healing. Then they said, ‘We’re going to operate’. I said, ‘no way, I’m going back to America’. They said, ‘You won’t make it’. Well then, I was dead because from what I was looking at they didn’t have good medical facilities.
Roberts leads Randy Mamola, Boet van Dulmen, Franco Uncini and Johnny Cecotto during the 1979 Dutch TT
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“I remember them putting the gas mask on me to put me out and I thought this is it, I’m not waking up. I was very surprised when I did wake up.”
However, it seemed certain Roberts would never race again. Anyone who knows ‘King’ Kenny will know him for his constant wisecracking and piss-taking, but this time was different.
“Kenny, small, broken, brought down at last, crushed,” wrote his biographer Barry Coleman. “No brave jokes, no optimism, no determination to be cheerful. No, Kenny was smashed.”
He was in hospital for weeks.
“The pain continued, wore on,” continued Coleman. “His abdomen swelled up, and the pain intensified. Though no one seemed to agree with him, Kenny couldn’t see any reason why he shouldn’t die. One day, however, he farted magnificently, and almost continuously, for hours. The doctors were very pleased, and Kenny started beaming again, faintly. He knew a turning point when he saw one.”
Roberts got home a month after the accident, missed the first GP in March, which Barry Sheene won aboard a factory Suzuki. He returned for round two, at Austria’s Salzburgring, a hyper-fast Alpine track lined by guardrail.
Roberts comfortably won the race and went on to easily beat Virginio Ferrari and Sheene to the world title.
Duke was the first rider to win three consecutive MotoGP/500cc world championships, in 1953, 1954 and 1955, and he may have made it four in a row if it wasn’t for what happened at Assen in July 1955.
Duke and his fellow factory Gilera riders supported a strike by privateer riders, who were fed up with getting paid starvation wages by race promoters, who were regularly welcoming more than 100,000 fans to their events.
In those days, the circuits, the promoters and the sport’s governing body (the Fédération Internationale de Motocyclisme) worked together like some kind of mafia. The riders were treated like performing circus animals, especially the privateers who mostly had no sponsors of any real worth and relied on start money and prize money not only to race, but also to eat.
Duke tackles the TT’s Bray Hill on the Gilera four in 1953
Thus privateers were forced to fend for themselves – stealing petrol off the organisers and undertaking all kinds of nefarious deeds to make it from one race to the next.
“Most meetings used to supply petrol free,” recalls Aussie ‘Happy’ Jack Ahearn, a top privateer of the 1950s. “So when the bloke filled the tank up, I’d do one or two laps, go into the pits, drain the petrol into me truck and when the truck was full, I knew I could make it to the next meeting. With no money you had to be a bit of a rat, otherwise you wouldn’t survive. We had to get a pound or starve.”