Roger Daltrey has just thrown up a sausage. The Grammy and Golden Globe winning Rock and Roll Hall of Famer, with a CBE to his name, and a musical career spanning over 40 years, has forcefully expelled a key constituent of his breakfast.
The reason? A hot lap in a 345bhp Lotus Evora GT4 around Hethel’s test track with factory driver James Rossiter at the wheel. A hot lap which leaves the 67 year-old legend with a pale face and an unsteady digestive tract. He climbs out of the V6-powered Lotus and takes off his helmet. The assembled mechanics and engineers shuffle nervously and stare at their feet. This is the Roger Daltrey; a god in the pantheon of great bands and a member of a group regarded as one pillar in the holy trinity of British rock.
“Right, now I’ve got my bloody breakfast out of the way, let’s have a go shall we?” Roger bellows, in his trademark cockney drawl. Roger is smiling now. All is well.
Words: Vijay Pattni