My hero as a kid. Used to wait at the paddock of every race meeting for his light blue Bedford van to show up. Usually late but the bikes would be wheeled out of the van immaculately prepared and ready to go. Was heartbroken when he retired. Raymond didn’t like to travel too far from home and wouldn’t race on a Sunday as I understand it. The distinctive helmet along with the black and red leathers to accompany his knee in neat style was incredible to watch. To this day, I still get my photo taken with Raymond whenever i see him. Any time I see a picture of Raymond and Joey from the 70’s on their Yamsel’s dicing on an Irish country road, I could almost cry at the iconic importance of all that it stands for with me.