"One night during the French Grand Prix meeting the drivers and team personnel were gathered at their favourite bar in the town. Drinks had been taken, and Hawthorn made a bet with Stuart Lewis-Evans, Moss's teammate, to see who could climb faster up a couple of trees in the courtyard. Off they went. Standing below them, one of their more illustrious colleagues suddenly felt liquid falling on him. Looking up, Stirling Moss heard a voice. 'I've always wanted to piss on you from a great height,' Hawthorn shouted."
- Page 146 The Boy: Stirling Moss