I get that nobody wants to see a rider get harmed never mind lose their life but at the end of the day it's their decision. Who are we to decide if it's too dangerous for them or not? I do get that some people need protecting but is that for our sake or theirs? I know Dave Hewson very well and the Birchall Brothers and they don’t do it because they have to, it’s their passion that drives them to do it. They know the pitfalls but it’s what excites them, just watch some of Dave’s videos from the practice sessions and see how happy he is. I also don’t get making the course safer in terms of physically changing it? Yes, have the best crash protection money can buy but changing it doesn’t make sense? The whole course is dangerous, some areas more than others, but that’s the thrill of it. If you sterilise the place too much then it will become like a short circuit, what’s the point? I’m not mega passionate about the TT, sometimes I struggle to watch it because it’s scary and having people you know there all the more intense. I guess what I’m trying to say is that we live in a sterile world as it is, you can’t do anything without someone having an opinion or complaining about it. It’s good to see the TT still going strong but I am fearful at some point the event will be seen as too dangerous and get banned.
If anyone is still on the island ... I have just found out that my 80's band is playing tonight on the Bushys stage at 1800 (just after the Gas Monkey Q&A)
Dunlop unreal in the supersport race. New record of wins in the class as well. Great performance from Hicky as well. Uncharacteristically out of shape on the ss bike. Guy was trying!
Without meaning to be glib, sometimes getting dead just isn’t enough to move the dial. That can be mansplained. Factory settings, a works bike. Four cylinders, 1000ccs, uprated suspension, the full race exhaust system, bulletproof self-belief. That gets the Ducati and Honda Fireblade screaming over Ballaugh Bridge and Gob-ny-Geay. That is life hurtling towards death. Wonderful, fallible engineering with a human in a leather bag on the throttle. Really, that is it entirely. Most racers think they can tame the Isle of Man TT and every year the race is right back at them hollering fate is always in control. But trying is the heartbeat of the sport, the adrenalin rush from taking fractions off the clock. That might be a knee grazing the kerb, a skid on a wet piece of road marking. That and an emergency airlift to Nobles Hospital. Like the Belfast doctors who can deftly pluck a bullet from a shattered kneecap, Noble’s ghoulish expertise is in “high velocity trauma”. Isn’t that what is loved about racing in the TT, the speed? Travelling the 37.5-mile country roads clocking 17-minute laps. The sensation of white knuckle acceleration and covering over a mile in 30 seconds. The engine noise, the grab at corners. The things you see on a country road travelling at 206mph. Years ago before I had become numbly weary of the deaths, yes numbly weary, I asked a rider what he could see going down the straight clocking two tonne. He joked about it. They often do. They don’t overanalyse the black widow relationship. The answer was green blur, grey blur, red flash. Hedge, drystone wall, post box. No one has ever measured how many seconds of that 17-minute lap or how many yards of road the bike is not actually on the ground. It’s the Burning Man of sport. Dedication to personal choice and self-expression with acceptance of death as part of the accord. Imagine holding an annual National Rifle Association convention where two or three patrons die each year from accidental gun discharges. Over the last 85 years on the island, the only year in which races were held but no fatalities occurred was 1982. How easily people can accommodate loss of life and move on as if it makes sense to them. The TT, for over a century, has been people living with a kind of carnage that elsewhere is only seen on Everest. Like an annual assault on the Hilary Step there are guaranteed causalities. This year it was three. In 2005 11 died. Three riders and one marshal were killed during the June TT races and six riders and one course bystander died during the Manx Grand Prix a couple of months later. News of Irish rider Davy Morgan filtered through earlier in the week . . . “a true gentleman who went out of his way” . . . “a stalwart” . . . “a proper bubbly character”. Social media doing its dependable and righteous business for a loved soul in the racing world who died at the 27th milestone. The messages that came out were kind and compassionate, a man for whom there was tremendous natural affection. It is normally, almost always, men. Davy’s Yamaha was the third fatal incident this year. Mark Purslow was killed at Ballagarey Corner and Cesar Chanal died at Agos Leap when his sidecar crashed. Each year the drill is the same. Humanise the dead. Give them names and background. Reflect the terrible grief of the families and the extent of their loss. Measure the immeasurable despair. Get the next race going. Irish names pepper the long history of those who have died racing between the hedges. They took choices many of us might like to take if we possessed the courage and in death they showed the life they often preferred singing along a mountain stretch. For the fans who flock over in tens of thousands to watch the spectacle, they are given the possibility to live vicariously on the edge and to imagine that they also possess the warrior DNA and the impulse. In their heads they are by proxy permitted to exist beyond the normal guard rails, some distance from everyday lives that are safe and far from catastrophe. I remember talking to sailor Damian Foxall some years ago. He was racing solo across the Atlantic Ocean and, unattached to a line, fell out of his boat. It was just him and God. Miraculously another boat in the race was tracking the same route and came across the floating man. Astonishing fortune is not always available. But the attraction of casting off from the pier for weeks alone on a boat or slipping a Supersport TT bike into first gear is that it both rebukes us and reminds us that the big dreams of children can be housed in the smaller vaults of adults. Maybe with the days we have been given, we should not fall into the infatuation of making them stretch as far as possible and be as secure as possible. The TT is more than a flirtation with the intrinsic appeal of danger. The throttle works both ways they will insincerely say. It’s about sensation and power, drama, control and risk management, their choice all taking place on consecrated racing ground. The long list of the dead you feel fully understood those concepts without others complicating them with the question – why? Decent article from the IT.
I've not seen as yet but'd a feeling he would pull all the stops out to get on that top step. that's 3 / 2, maybe a draw after the senior or Peter has the better package & speed over MD.
It won't be the deaths that will end the TT, it will be when either sponsors stop sponsoring or more likely, when enough of the tax exiles now living there have enough clout in the IOM Parliament to get it banned.
