Went to the Isle of Man for the Manx Classic this week. Good fun. Did a bit of work whilst I was there, and got to ride a friend's 1998 R1 around the TT course on Saturday morning. Normally I come away from experiences like that thinking 'I want a...', but I didn't want an R1 - it was nice to try it, to tick an item off the bucket-list, and to hand it
back afterwards.
I'm not a fast rider, so I bimbled along at 50-80 through the lanes, passing stern-faced policemen stood next to bikes. They don't check your speed - they're there to remind you that you're on an open public road and will come after anyone who is riding dangerously. Unfortunately, by the time I got to the famous (derestricted) Mountain Road, it was closed due to a head-on involving two bikes.
I rode the coast road through Laxey and
back to Douglas, then turned up
back up the other end of the mountain to have go on the bit that was still open. The traffic was light due to the road closure, and I was able to squirt the bike up to 130mph for a brief section of straight, tucking down behind the screen for a taste of what it must be like to race here. Warp-drive blur - the road is narrow, and not very straight at that speed. On the way
back down the hill, heading towards Creg-Ny-Baa
in the correct direction of the TT course, I had another go, wheelying slightly over a crest
in the road like you see proper watermelon-balled TT riders do. My saints! The road racers do a 130mph average speed across the whole course. 130mph average for f***'s sake. I've watched TT racing on the island once before, but it never stops being amazing. Simply seeing it is one of the most extreme things I think you can ever experience.
Here's a vid from Friday evening of some of these guys going through the bottom of Barregarrow during practice for next week's Manx GP:
https://vine.co/v/eIaU2U9uY1J
This is good, too:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OmNXCJt7K3Q
As is this, for a bit more behind-the-scenes insight:
https://youtu.be/PjDJAgIDU3g
I flew home on Saturday, leaving quite lovely VFR conditions on the island and travelling gradually into the same claggy shite that had sat over southern England the whole of last week. I bottled it and landed only nine minutes from my home airfield, on a glider site just south of Swindon,
in horrible low cloud - the sort of conditions that kill billy-bunter VFR pilots like me. I shouldn't have been
in it. A friend came to pick me up and I stayed at his house last night. Today the weather was still balls, so I went to a hangar at Thruxton and helped work on an aeroplane he is currently building - block-sanding the fibreglass engine cowlings, because it's been a few months since I was doing this on the 912 and I've started to miss the smell of filler dust.
I was (just) able to fly home this evening. Another friend dropped me
back to my stranded aircraft
in his RV7, and managed to smash the tips off his variable-pitch Hartzell prop (I think about £8k for one of those, plus whatever damage to the motor if the crank is bent) on the way out of the site. Ugh.
A mad couple of days, and an utterly shite end to the weekend.
In more positive news, I've had some pictures
back from the painter and the car looks utterly amazing. It should be ready and home pretty soon.