Isle of Man TT Race Career
| Year | Race & Capacity | Make of Motorcycle | Average Speed |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1952 | 2nd Clubmans Junior TT | BSA | 78.57 mph (126.45 km/h) |
| 1954 | 14th Senior TT | AJS | 80.13 mph (128.96 km/h) |
| 1955 | 5th Senior TT | Norton | 93.83 mph (151.00 km/h) |
| 1955 | 2nd Junior TT | Norton | 91.79 mph (147.72 km/h) |
| 1957 | 1st Senior TT | Gilera | 98.99 mph (159.31 km/h) |
| 1957 | 1st Junior TT | Gilera | 94.99 mph (152.87 km/h) |
| 1959 | 5th Senior TT | Norton | 82.34 mph (132.51 km/h) |
| 1959 | 1st 500 cc Formula 1 TT | Norton | 97.77 mph (157.35 km/h) |
| 1960 | 3rd Junior TT | AJS | 95.11 mph (153.06 km/h) |
| 1961 | 2nd Senior TT | Norton | 99.20 mph (159.65 km/h) |
| TT Career Summary | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Finishing Position | 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 14 | DNF |
| Number of times | 3 | 3 | 1 | 2 | 1 | 11 |
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