So, here I am. This island is beautiful. The scenery includes green everything, and rolling hills. The properties are all separated by hedges and thick trees. I’m sure there’s a fence that runs through there also. Most of the houses are made of stone, brick, or stucco exterior. None of the houses look modern by any means, at least in this area I walked through today. Every house has a name, and a plaque or label on the entryway or right on the side of the house to the right of the front door. As I walked around the Capital today of Douglas, everyone was very friendly and helpful. Whether they were locals or not, everyone smiles and says hello. I went into the official TT shop right downtown and right away the two young women at the counter stopped, blushed, and commented at the same time how they love my accent. I preceded to try and pay with Euro’s, but she was pretty quick to point out we’re now in british pound territory, or Quid to the local. I’ll have to stash that wad away for now.
The coins are much different, so I stood in front of the bus driver for longer than usual to figure out which coin was which. The drivers here are very patient and they have change on the bus as well. So I could pay with either exact change, or bills. A nice “change”. I noticed a few stops before my short ride how the driver would stop the bus, then the people exiting would get up and leave. As opposed to the norm for me, of getting to the door before the bus has stopped.
The island is very small. I walked up the road to a pub about a mile and I was surprised at how much ground I covered. I looked at a map after and I was almost to the coast again. The bus ride from downtown was about 8 minutes. So maybe a 1.5hr walk and I’d be downtown. I’d love to walk it all and check out the local area and take some pictures.
There are tons of bikes here. They say the TT attracts about 40 000 people for the race week. I would say about eight thousand of those have motorcycles. I chatted with a few older lads from California at the ferry station. They rented bikes on the east coast of England and ferried over. They had quite the story getting to the ferry station. They had a 7hr drive. One bike broke down. The service here is next to none. The owner of the bike shop drove over 3 hours with another bike, and picked up the breakdown. He then posted the two guys up in a hotel for the night at his expense to keep his customers happy. The next day they were back on the road and one of the gentleman ran out of gas. So they pushed the bike only a half mile to the next station where he preceded to put diesel into the bike. They must have been tired. To his credit, the diesel fuel nozzles here are black, like in Canada. In the US Diesel is green and gasoline is black. Oh well.
I’m excited as the practice runs yesterday were cancelled and moved to tomorrow. I’m not sure why they skipped a day though. So tomorrow I’ll catch some good action right out in front of my tent. My tent is literally trackside. I walk about 30ft to the course. If I wanted to post up in a ditch it could be 15 feet. There are so many places to catch the action. Many pubs and side streets are available and ready for spectators. A beer garden trackside is at the pub right up the road. I’ve talked with a few other patrons, and they say it’s a good spot because when the course is open there’s nowhere to go, you’re generally stuck at the campsite. There are some back paths and roads that are available to get to other places, but really when you’re this close to a straight stretch, there’s nowhere else to be.
The campsite consists of a few large fields. I think it’s nine acres in total. There’s also some little cabins for rent, but those are for an invite only type of thing. As I looked around there are probably 100 people here so far. One of the patrons who’s been before says it looks empty. I’m sure this place will fill right up come Wednesday, when the racing begins. I hear bikes all over the place. Custom exhaust sport bikes isn’t something I’m used to by any means. There are a ton of bikes in the campground. Guys are comparing, and working on their bikes right outside their tents. When they’re not doing that, I’m sure they’re out on the road. The course is about 34 miles, so maybe an hour at the speed limit. Compared to the 18-20min during race time. There’s a few mini bikes also ripping around the campground, as I’m sure they’re hardly street legal. The party is firing up as the sun sets. A group heads out to the pub, a few bikes take off for a night ride. The bikes passing by on the road are getting faster and faster as the night goes on. There have been two accidents so far, and one of those has been a fatality. Right off the ferry and onto the course. They have a sign right as I exited the ferry that says “Know your Limits”. For the Isle Of Man, they say it best considering the crashes they’ve seen here.