One of my treasured books as a young lad was (it’s still on the shelf behind me). As well as the various four-wheeled excitements I was gripped by the pictures of pre-war bike racing around the Isle of Man. The machinery seemed so unsophisticated and the open road so dangerous that I might have ended up a bike fan instead of a car devotee, so the early pictures ingrabbed me immediately.
Bike boys reach the ton
Nov 23, 2022
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