1907 Isle of Man TT - Single Cylinder Race

Single Cylinder Race

Tuesday 28 May 1907 – 10 laps (158 ⅛ miles) St. John's Short Course.

Rank No Rider Team Speed Time
1 4 Charlie Collier 3½ hp Matchless 38.21 mph 4:08.08.2
2 2 Jack Marshall 3½ hp Triumph 36.60 mph 4:19.47.3
3 1 Frank Hulbert 3½ hp Triumph 35.50 mph 4:27.49.4
4 5 R. M. Brice 3½ hp Brown 31.40 mph 5:03.55.2
5 14 Martin Geiger 3½ hp NSU 30.60 mph 5:10.26.0
6 8 J. C. Smyth 3½ hp Rex 29.40 mph 5:23.40.3
7 11 R. W. Ayrton 3½ hp Coventry 29.10 mph 5:30.26.0
8 10 F. W. Applebee 3½ hp Rex 27.40 mph 5:46.31.0
ret 17 J. P. Le Grand 3 hp GB
ret 6 F. Winter 4 hp ROC
ret 16 Stanley Webb 3½ hp Triumph
ret 15 T. Silver 3 hp GB
ret 9 W. A. Jacobs 3½ hp Rex
ret 19 G. Horner 4 hp JAP
ret 12 J. D. Hamilton 3½ hp NSU
ret 18 R. W. Duke 3½ hp Triumph
ret 3 Harry Collier 3½ hp Matchless

  • J.P.Le Grand finished course outside of time.
  • S. Webb retired lap 3.
  • T. Silver retired lap 7.
  • W.A.Jacobs retired lap 1 after an accident.

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