Once upon a time, not so long ago, Formula 1 cars used to be muscled around with wrists, shoulders and arms. Simulators and electronics were far into the future: instead the cars were driven with heart and energy, in a constant battle against centrifugal forces and the laws of physics. Alan Stanley Jones, born in Melbourne on November 2, 74 years ago, was the epitome of an old-school grand prix driver. He was a strong man with an even bigger heart: a genuine no-nonsense character, like an Antipodean gun-slinger. An opportunist who knew how to seize the moment, culminating in his 1980 world championship title – which was earned the hard way.