and Nick doing a bit of marshalling
The TT messes with your head. Bog awful
ferries, not much sleep, too much (pure by
law!!) IOM beer, the noise and smell of racing
all come together in a heady cocktail that will
blow your socks off. Relative to mundane normal
life it’s just another world. Why isn’t life
always like this ? - because you’d burn out
inside a month? Mind it would be one hell of a
It is however, more than ever in this
strange modern world, one place that anyone
into bikes must go at least once. Trouble
is, once you’ve been you will need to go
back at some point.
The TT is like entering a whole new kingdom.
Bikes and their owners are made welcome, and
everything is geared up for bikers. It’s not
an artificial “Tourist world” either, these
people genuinely look forward to their
beautiful island being invaded each year by
60,000 leather clad bikers.
There is something for everyone. Race reps
abound, Harley “Live to Ride” types, and old
codgers on Brit Bikes. Every conceivable
make and model can be found somewhere on the
Then there is the island itself, beautiful,
and mostly unspoiled by acres of “New Homes”
that have blighted the mainland. Transport –
Well you can ride your bike over the most
famous piece of tarmac in the world, or turn
off the course and you have miles of country
lanes to play with; You also have a
fantastic choice of alternatives; Horse
drawn tram, steam and electric railways.
Normal life is put on hold for your stay at
the TT. Watch the greatest road racers on
the most famous race track in the world.
Bray hill, Union Mills, The Creg, just
breathe in the history and the atmosphere.