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
Saturday 3.6.2017 0km - Total:1290km Total:441km 15.24km Total:36.95km
When the alarm goes of 5.45AM I have a migraine that feels like my head is going to explode.
Heading out on the mountain stage with the rest of the gang is completely out of the question, today I'll just take my meds, rest and try to get my head back in the game.
I doze of from time to time and feel at least a bit better around noon.
It still hurts a bit and I feel a bit groggy still so I opt out from todays training session completely, bikes zooming past in 200km/h and 150db isn't really what my head needs right now.
Instead I go down to the promenade to remedy a mistake, I forgot to bring a jacket along on the trip.
The need for a wind and preferably also waterproof jacket arose pretty much the minute we sat foot on the isle, the weather is far from optimal.
By the end of last nights training at Bray Hill a froze so much my teeth where clattering.
After browsing through most of the stores I stumbled on a hotel with a bikers special with a steak with fries and a beer for £12.95 which by TT standards is a real bargain.
Since I don't mind walking and had all the time in the world I think I can safely say that I looked at every single merch jacket in Douglas so I choose after pretty careful deliberation.
I celebrate my find with a Guinness (ok, I'm tempting my luck a bit with the migraine but you only live once) at the Quids Inn.
A pub with a one pound entry fee was a bit strange but well inside the prices where a lot cheaper than elsewhere I'd seen so I guess this is a place of more quantity than quality?
My Guinness cost £2.70 which is cheap anywhere but especially here on the Isle.
After that I head back to the homestay where Nisse is back from todays excursions with the rest of the group.
None of us are particularly up for any more adventures today so we settle for the classic Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels on my laptop
Sunday 4.6.2017 129km Total:1419km Total:441km 8.97km Total:45.92km
I get up in a completely ungodly hour to do a lap on the mountain course with the guide and a few of the others in the gang.
The Sunday between practice and race-week is called mad sunday, this is the day where there's traditionally isn't either race or practice being done so it's the day when the general public head out on the track in ridiculous numbers.
That today has both racing and practice on the race calendar is an exception due to the weather.
As far as I've heard and read there has never been a mad sunday without any accidents.
Probably pretty wise then that the guide planned the lap so early (6.30AM) when most of the lunatics and racer wannebes are probably wildly hung-over or still drunk.
It was a really spectacular experience riding the lap but it was really cold up on the mountain.
And despite the early hour the asshats weren't completely non existent but at least they where out in manageable numbers.
After breakfast we meet up with the rest of the gang at a café at what's called the calfs of man, smaller islands on the southwestern point of the IOM.
It was very beautiful which a rich bird population and we also saw some seals in the water.
After tea we head on to the Isle of man chasm, chasms in the rock where the mountain has split apart out towards the ocean.
Very scenic and very beautiful.
With the weather being a constant factor of absolute uncertainty it took most part of the day until we finally got the message that there would be racing today.
Fredde (the guide) takes us to a spectator spot at Glen Helen, a really good spot in a slope by a corner where we could see the riders going through a sweeping curve.
Since it wasn't hammer down on the throttle like it was on Bray Hill we actually managed to get the numbers of the bikes going past so it was easier keeping up with what was going on the race.
Unfortunately Guy Martin is out on the first lap before he even reaches us and with McGuinness not competing at all due to injury he was really the only rider I kept any tabs on at all.
Instead my loyalty went to the Nortons for the simple reason that they where the best looking bikes in the race by far and the sound they made was pure eargasm.
After the race Nisse had found out that the White and Purple helmets where doing a show at the Onchan raceway..
It would have been tempting either way but even more so because this is the last show they'll ever do since the Royal Signals Motorcycle Display Team will tragically be disbanded after 90 years running.
Since we where a bit late Anders hosts offer to drive us to the arena which where very lucky because the line to the ticket booth was a mile long and we would for sure have missed parts of the show otherwise.
The show was a blast. The white helmets where very skilled riders and even though the purple helmets weren't rubbish riders either their show was more signified by slapstick humour than riding skills.
And humorous it definitely was.
Gooseneck, I bought the photo from fanTTtastic