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lprovenIt's the first of June: the first day of TT Week. We head out to the Sea Terminal to meet Dr Pete*, who with biking mates is arriving today. When they finally appear, they wish to head of straight to Castletown, dump their stuff, then shoot out to catch the 2nd races - Sidecars A. (The first happened when they were still aboard.)
The sportsbikes and sweaty leathered-up riders assemble in the sunshine. They eye the trike with expressions of bemusement.
"We'll see you in Castletown, then..." ventures Pete.
I am a little affronted. It's not that quick in corners but on straights I'll take any of them on; it's the biggest engine there. "You can try," I respond challengingly.
They do. They howl out along the new Castletown road. I howl along louder, right behind them. Finally, just before the Fairy Bridge, we hit a derestricted road. They hurtle off. I hurtle along right behind them, but slower on the bends. Round the last corner then it's a fast run down towards Ballasalla with its 40 and then 30 limits. Last chance to make up the small lead they've gained. I change down to second and nail it, taking two or three cars and nipping back over just in front of the startled driver of the Number 1 double-decker to Douglas.
Much chatter is caused by this when we park up. They didn't expect it to shift that well - nor, in Lee's case, to be not only audible, but loud even over his own Fireblade with race cans. Highly enjoyable.
We went to the pub for a refreshing Coke, then off to Ballacraine to watch the sidecars, of which Kjersti has already written elsewhere...
Finally, back home, via the course... slowly through Glen and down to Ramsey, then GLF (it's a technical term; stands for Going Like Fast or words to that effect) over the Mountain.
[Broad Lancashire accent] Now that's more like it.
The sportsbikes and sweaty leathered-up riders assemble in the sunshine. They eye the trike with expressions of bemusement.
"We'll see you in Castletown, then..." ventures Pete.
I am a little affronted. It's not that quick in corners but on straights I'll take any of them on; it's the biggest engine there. "You can try," I respond challengingly.
They do. They howl out along the new Castletown road. I howl along louder, right behind them. Finally, just before the Fairy Bridge, we hit a derestricted road. They hurtle off. I hurtle along right behind them, but slower on the bends. Round the last corner then it's a fast run down towards Ballasalla with its 40 and then 30 limits. Last chance to make up the small lead they've gained. I change down to second and nail it, taking two or three cars and nipping back over just in front of the startled driver of the Number 1 double-decker to Douglas.
Much chatter is caused by this when we park up. They didn't expect it to shift that well - nor, in Lee's case, to be not only audible, but loud even over his own Fireblade with race cans. Highly enjoyable.
We went to the pub for a refreshing Coke, then off to Ballacraine to watch the sidecars, of which Kjersti has already written elsewhere...
Finally, back home, via the course... slowly through Glen and down to Ramsey, then GLF (it's a technical term; stands for Going Like Fast or words to that effect) over the Mountain.
[Broad Lancashire accent] Now that's more like it.
