Friday 2.6.2017 0km Total:1290km Total:441km 13.52km Total:21.71km
We eat breakfast and head for the grandstand and Mike Hailwood centre where we're meeting up with the rest of the gang to listen to a presentation of what the foundation does.
Mainly theyre aim is to foster new and young talent in to Road Racing and we listened to presentations from three riders and a travelling Marshall among other things has the task of riding on the track and getting to the scene of an accident during the race without hindering the racing.
No easy task in a race with average speeds at about 200km/h (120mph).
The presentations where all very interesting but I guess most of us thought the presentation made by Björn Gunnarsson as he is the only Swede racing here for the fourth year in a row.
Pretty impressive as he is an "amateur" racer who normally works as a motorcycle police and spends his whole vacation (in I assume, a great deal of his savings) doing this.
After that it was each to his own at least until 4PM when if we wanted we could ride the bikes and follow the guide Fredrik to a spectator somewhere along the track to watch todays training but our Brunswick road triple soon agreed that with the riding we'd done the last few days none of us we're really up to climbing on the bikes again today.
Instead we walked around the pits and through the merchandise stands, along the promenade and we even had time for a quick visit to the Manx museum.
I'm sure we could have spent a lot more time there but naturally our focus was mainly on the exhibit dedicated to Mick Grant.
We still arrive pretty early at our chosen spectator spots inside the wall by a church on Bray Hill.
It's obvious that the whole community livens up for the races as you could actually get snacks and beverages at the church and the prices where more than fair.
There where also mounted speakers hanging of a light post with Manx Radio broadcasting so it felt like a good spot even before the first bike whizzed past.
You could almost feel the tension starting to rise the closer we got to the start of the training session and people where starting to fill up.
I'd seen youtube clips and race coverage before but nothing I'd seen previous could prepare me for what was to come.
The feel and not least the sound of a race bike whizzing past in 200km/h on a road that just an hour earlier was limited to 30mph defies all description.
Even though there was a good sightline where we where standing you'd just have to blink to miss the bike completely.
Managing to get any numbers of the bikes was completely out of the question, at best you could perhaps read it if you caught the bike on a sequence shoot with the camera.
But impressive as that spectacle was I still think the most impressive riding was the sidecars, if there are any people that lack the notion of fear completely it must be the lunatics that are clinging on for dear life on the sidecars.
The most fun where the so called monkeys who went in the superman-position along the straight a ways.
Flat on their stomachs, face down and with their toes sticking out just centimetres above the asphalt.
Lying like that a decimetre above the ground at 180km/h much take balls so big they should take up another sidecar on their own