I just counted nigh on 44,000 words in 1937 with lots more to come. You’ll find a good number of roadtests, reports on the Berlin and Milan shows, a monkey riding a motorbike, a steam-driven combo, a two-wheel-drive bike, a big Belgian flat-twin, a tale of a winter ride that made me appreciate my fireside, a four-stroke single running at 11,000rpm, a trio of Triumph Tigers on the Maudes Trophy trail and…you get the picture. There’s also a heartfelt and thought provoking defence of motor cycling which concludes thus: “…Let those who criticise trials and want them banned ponder over things quietly. Let them remember that in motor cycling they have an asset to the country: a clean sport, one that is manly, and which breeds men of observation, skill, judgment, pluck, resource, and with mechanical knowledge—men of a type that has saved the country once and may have to do so again.”

