Boxing Day outing

The stalwarts of the Motor Cycling Club were not the sort of chaps who lounged around on Boxing Day recovering from their Christmas over-indulgence. It was, after all, mid-winter; no better time to get out your motor cycle and ride from London to Exeter and back. So how many sad obssessives took part in such lunacy? Exactly 100. The first generation of motor cyclists clearly took their motor cycling seriously.