Showing posts with label TT. Show all posts
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Monday, 9 June 2014

TT 2014 - Notes from a Small Island

Thanks to Bill Bryson for the blog title ... Back to the TT for another year, this time without Tom but with Margaret (my long-suffering wife) who is watching for the first time. She enjoys motorcycle racing (well, some of it) and I think she might enjoy the experience.
I was doing a few things differently this year. As usual, I'd feinted at the sight of the price of a Steam Packet crossing (even one from Heysham at 1am) and so the decision was to fly in again. Even air tickets seemed expensive this year and, in a fit of madness, I booked flights from Blackpool airport. The advantages are free parking and a short flight time - what could possibly go wrong?
Flights were £140 each (return) which is a little more than I've paid in the past, but travel costs to the airport are only about £50 in fuel. We'd have paid around £150 in train fares to Gatwick and back, plus £20 taxi to the station.
The free car park was fine until the tide came in ... I'm joking, of course, but it wasn't great - it was a grass field, with long grass and was quite uneven. I went into P2, so perhaps P1 is better. It was also pretty full, although we did find a slot reasonably quickly. The park is about 10 minutes walk from the terminal, which is tiny, has no facilities and charges everyone an airport tax of £10.
Ours was the only flight leaving and we were flying with CityWing, although the carrier was VanAir. After checking a bag in, we went through to the departure lounge, which is quite nice; even nicer was complimentary food and drink. It's a short walk to the plane, which was a small, twin-engine turbo-prop seating 20 people. We sat immediately behind the pilot and co-pilot.
All aboard - all 18 of us - on VanAir to Douglas.
We got a good view of Blackpool Tower and the Pleasure Beach as we took off and 40 minutes later we were in Ronaldsway. We've used the same taxi driver, David Bates (07624 480048), for the past few years. I'd called him the day before and he was there waiting for us.
Taxi to Douglas costs £20 each way. It should be £22, but I got discount because I booked David for the return journey as well.
David knows everything there is to know about the Isle of Man. We were staying at the Empress on the sea front and Dave said it was very nice but people complained that the rooms were small - he was spot on. Our room barely had enough space to walk around the double bed, we had to keep moving the case in order to get through doors and you had to take it in turns to get dressed. The bathroom was quite large and had a good shower. Apart from the size of the rooms, the Empress was very good. It has a nice bar with a sea view if you can get a table in the conservatory and there's a decent restaurant. We ate there a couple of nights, David said the food was OK (and it was - no need for Trip Advisor, just ask David).
We arrived at about 7pm on Friday night, so the roads were closed for practice. We dumped the bags and headed straight to the bottom of Bray Hill, which was quite busy, watched a few bikes go past and then headed back down into town for some food and our first visit to Bushy's beer tent. Fish and chips were good, but Bushy's was rammed. The Miss Wet T-Shirt competition is now on every night and it starts at 9pm, so perhaps the crowd was packed in ready for that.
We were going to watch from Creg ny Ba on Saturday and the hotel very quickly arranged a taxi for us. David said we'd get a better service if we booked it through the hotel as drivers needed the business from hotels at quieter times and couldn't afford to upset them.
The new grandstand at Cregg ny Ba
It was a £10 ride up to the Creg and because Margaret was with me this year, I'd splashed out on grandstand seats at £25 each. Tom and I had seen the grandstand last year; we'd tried to sneak in but had been asked to leave and ended up on the wall 100 metres down the road. It looked like a good spot, but actually wasn't ideal - you were further away from the bikes and depending where your seat was in the grandstand, you could either see the bikes coming down to the corner or accelerating away.
There are more stands around the TT now (more commercial stands, not the home-made things you get at Hillberry or Braddan Bridge). They seat more and charge more, but at least they don't look as if they'll fall down any minute. This year, the pub at the Creg was closed during racing and a big food and beer tent put up behind it. I guess it was a good idea as there was much more room to serve loads of people quickly. You couldn't move in the pub last year and the toilets were not a pleasant sight.
The Superbike TT and Sidecar Race 1 were both pretty dramatic. Michael Dunlop set lap records on the first and second laps and then controlled the race, sitting on a safe lead. Guy Martin was riding better than I've ever seen him, but he couldn't match Dunlop's pace - no-one could. Well, no-one except Bruce Anstey, who broke the lap record on the last lap. It was a valiant effort, but too late to change the outcome. Anstey was the first person to break the 132mph barrier, which is an incredible average speed. It would have been slightly faster, but he outbraked himself coming down to Creg and almost ended up in the pub.
Brazilian Rafael Paschoalin from São Paulo was not so lucky. He got out of control coming into the corner, did massive a massive rolling stoppie into the barrier and went flying over the hay bales to land among the picnic tables in front of the pub. It was hilarious, but we stopped laughing when he wasn't moving. Fortunately, he was only knocked senseless and was soon on his feet to a round of applause.
I was pleased for Dunlop, it was a brave decision to leave Honda (presumably because he wasn't being paid as much as McGuinness) and I was glad to see BMW's first TT win in 75 years. That's something of a contentious statement as people will point out that sidecars powered by BMW engines have won many times and also single-cylinder supermono machines (which had formed the lightweight class) were also BMW (Rotax) powered.
The sidecar race saw the lead change hands several times before Conrad Harrison came home for his first TT win. His son, Dean, was riding in solo events and he rode really well all week, finally winning the Lightweight TT on Friday. It's the first time a father and son have won TT races in the same week.
I'd got a card from the taxi driver on the way up (TeleCabs – 01624 670266) and called them in the hope of getting a ride back to Douglas on the back road. They were really good and were with us in about 20 minutes. While we were waiting, we got talking to a couple of blokes who asked if they could share the cab. It meant a £20 fare was halved, so we said: fine.
They were an interesting pair. They lived in Anglesey and had come across with four mates, one of whom owns a large sailing yacht, which they bring over each year. It had taken them nine hours to sail from Anglesey and they were now moored in Douglas Harbour, sleeping on the yacht. That's one way to avoid high hotel prices and the Steam packet rip-off. The chap said the wind was against them, so they'd put the back sail up to stabilise the boat and run across for eight hours on the engine. The wind had then been more favourable and they'd put the sails up. He said it was wonderful when the yacht was surging forward in complete silence fully wind powered.
Inside Bushy's beer tent.
After the racing, we had a quickie in Bushy's and then went to Papparazzi for a meal. I'd wanted Margaret to see the restaurant as we'd eaten in there every year and always had a good time. The old chap who gave us a lecture about stress wasn't there and nor was the old woman who takes your money. We got talking with the chief waiter and he told me they were all Maltese, I'd just assumed they were Italians.
Sunday is Mad Sunday, but we were on foot, so the maddest it got was crossing before the green man came on as we walked up the hill towards Nobles Park and the Paddock for a bit of celeb spotting. Last year, we'd seen Guy Martin and John McGuinness, but we were a little early in the day for most teams and many of the shutters were still down on the garages.
We did see a weary-looking Michael Rutter with his scruffy little dog. An old woman was taking a picture of her husband with Rutter and I asked her if she wanted me to take it so she could be in the shot. "No thanks," she said, "I don't go in for all this hero worship rubbish."
I thought that was a bit mean in front of Michael, but he took it in good part.
Bruce Anstey's lap-record-setting tyres.
We saw Gary Johnson, Bruce Anstey's tyres from his record-breaking lap and Michael Dunlop working hard with fans. I've always considered him to be a grumpy character, but despite being in an obvious hurry, he never refused an autograph or to pose for a picture. One family thought they'd missed their chance, but Dunlop came back for a photo before dashing back into hospitality. They were so pleased. I'm starting to warm towards Michael Dunlop.
In previous years, there's been a Monster Energy stunt show on the promenade in front of the Villa Marina, but this year it was missing (and so was the Okells beer tent). I'd hoped to show Margaret the stunt show, she would have enjoyed it.
On Monday, we'd decided to watch from Hillberry, so we set off pretty early to get a good position and stocked up with goodies from the Spar shop on the way. The walk doesn't seem as far as it did the first time I did it (with Tom a couple of years ago) and I thought there were not many people about. The reason was because racing had been delayed and no-one was quite sure that it was going to happen due to low cloud on the mountain section.
We sat from 9.30am until around 1.30pm before the racing started. It should have been Supersport and Superstock, but the Superstock was postponed until Tuesday because they wouldn't have been able to get the roads open in time for people to get home from work. People on the Isle of Man put up with a lot of inconvenience because the TT is so important to the island's tourist industry - but there are limits.
We were able to get a seat right at the front near the road, so the racing was good. They have resurfaced the road since last year and seem to have created a bigger dip than was there previously. It's right in front of the apex and throws the bikes off line if they hit it wrong. Gary Johnson won on a Triumph, so no Japanese success in solos in two races - extraordinary! I was pleased to see a Triumph win and it sounded fantastic. Johnson rode really well.
Sadly, the Supersport race saw the first of two fatalities during racing. Bob Price from Stroud, who was still racing at 65 years, died in a crash. He wasn't a front runner and was using the TT as practice and testing for the Manx later in the year. The second fatality came on Tuesday when Karl Harris was killed on lap two of the Superstock race. Bob Price went by with hardly a ripple, but Harris' death caused massive shock. He's a former European Superstock champion, British Supersport champion and has ridden for top teams in British Superbike racing. He's the biggest name to die at the TT since David Jefferies.
We watched the Superstock from the bottom of Bray Hill and went across to the inside of the track, where you can see the bikes coming down the hill and feel really close to them as they pass you by. This was Margaret's favourite viewing spot and we were good and early so that we could get a position right against the barrier, but racing was once again delayed. This time it was a road accident somewhere on the road out from Douglas. You see people riding like complete idiots all week, so it's hardly surprising there are so many accidents. This must have been fatal or fairly serious because the police took well over an hour before the road could be opened (and then closed for racing). Bray Hill is a good place to watch, but there are no facilities to either buy food and drink, or go to the toilet. You need forward planning and a strong bladder. Michael Dunlop once again dominated the race on a stock BMW and to illustrate the fickle nature of success, Gary Johnson, who had won the Supersport the day before, crashed just after Ramsey hairpin and broke several bones. That was his TT over.
Wednesday was our last day on the island, but our flight was at 4pm, so we didn't need to leave for the airport until about 2.30pm. We decided to watch from St Ninian's where you can get a view of the start and then a bit of the crossroads. The people at the church provide a really good service - chairs are £1 each and you can get really nice refreshments at a good price. There are also toilets in the church hall.
The electric bikes were first off and this was something of a foregone conclusion. Mugen were well ahead of a depleted field, with no competition from four-time champs Motoczysz due to the owner being ill, and the only question was whether McGuinness or Anstey would win. In the end, it was McGuinness who triumphed with a lap of 115.598mph. Only last year, the organisers were offering £10,000 for the first 100mph lap, so it shows the progress of this technology.
It's a shame more bikes can't make the grid and, at present, there's too much of a gap between Mugen and the rest. The organisers should stick with it though, it's interesting to see the bikes develop.
On conventional machinery - Supersport race two - Michael Dunlop was once again triumphant, this time on his own private Honda CBR600.
Later in the week, Dunlop would take his fourth victory, riding the BMW Superbike to first place in the Senior. It was a great week for Dunlop and for BMW.
Our journey home was very good. The plane was bang on time, we were at Blackpool before you knew it and the journey home took four hours and 15 minutes from take off until we were back home.
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Sunday, 8 June 2014

TT 2014 - rider deaths are in your hands

Two riders died at this year's TT. That's not at all unusual, a rider is killed most years and more than 250 have died in the race's history.
News media have a set formula for these stories and how they are covered depends on the publication and where it is:
  • Media in the UK report the death and there's always a footnote along the lines of: "this latest death poses serious questions as to whether this event should continue."
  • Motorcycle publications report the death and then publish opinion pieces on why the event should continue.
Generally the articles in support of the event cite personal choice (the riders know the risks and continue because they love the sport), but this year I read a bizarre piece comparing deaths at the TT to deaths of mountaineers climbing Everest. I think the argument was it's more dangerous to climb Everest, so if anything is to be banned, it should be that.

Actually, K2 has a much higher death- to-climber ratio than Everest, but now I'm just being pedantic. How on earth can you draw a comparison between Everest, or indeed any mountain, and a motorcycle race? Smoking kills more people than the TT, so does drinking, watching car rallies, equestrian eventing, dogs, marathon running ... I could go on, but you get the point.
And no-one is going to ban the TT, it's worth millions to the economy of the Isle of Man and clearly the Manx government sees an average of 2.5 motorcycle racers killed each year as a small price to pay (in economic terms) for the benefits it brings to the island.
There's no clamour among the UK population to ban the TT, most people haven't even heard of it for Christ's sake!
It's hard to think of any racing events which have been closed (or banned) on safety grounds. The Mille Miglia - a thousand-mile road race in Italy - was banned twice, once in 1938 by Benito Mussolini when a spectator was killed and finally in 1957 when a crash killed two competitors and nine spectators (five of them children). Even then, the race wasn't completely finished - it was revived in 1982 as a road rally for classic cars (a bit like the Manx GP).
Other classic road races have ceased or have converted to tracks, but their end has been due to inconvenience caused by having to close roads, rather than through safety concerns.
Let's be absolutely clear - the TT is not going to be banned and all those articles saying why it must continue are rallying to a fight that isn't being fought.
So why are they being written? In my view it's partly guilt, partly seeking to justify why we support such a brutal sport, but I think it's also a case of chest beating; it's the logic of Millwall supporters chanting "no-one likes us and we don't care". In our case the chant would be "we watch people crashing to their deaths and we don't care". But we do care, or at least we like to pretend that we do - that's why motorcycle publications carry these articles, that's why several thousand bikes rode round the TT course in memory of Simon Andrews (killed at the NW200) ...
Twitter is awash with crocodile tears - people who didn't know Karl Harris are devastated, heartbroken, want to say what a great bloke he was ... they want to make themselves part of the event.
But we don't really care. If we did, we'd stay away from the TT like Scott Redding. The MotoGP racer was due to take part in a parade lap before the start of the Senior TT on Friday. He pulled out after his friend and mentor Bob Price was killed in the Supersport Race 1 on Monday. Redding didn't want anything to do with an event that had killed someone he cared about and he issued a very thoughtful statement explaining that. He was villified by bikers on Twitter and other social media outlets.
We don't mind people shedding crocodile tears, but when someone sheds real tears it's a different matter.
So where do I stand on this? I've followed motorcycle racing since the mid 1960s and have been a regular at recent TTs. I'm going to be brutally honest - I accept that riders are killed; let's be logical, if I did mind, I'd stop watching.
I don't want people to die, but I'll be brutally, brutally honest and say that I think crashes, injuries and deaths add massively to the drama of motorcycle racing. I don't go to see someone die, I don't want people to die, but if they do it makes my "entertainment" more intense, it horrifies you, it shocks the soul.
The TT won't be banned, the only way it will end is if people stop watching it and then the economic benefit will no longer be worth the residents on the Isle of Man putting up with the inconvenience of closing the roads.
If you don't want people to die, do what Scott Redding did - don't go to the TT. If you do go to the TT, then at least be honest and admit that you're quite prepared to see two or three riders killed each year in the name of entertainment.
For the record:
Simon Andrews (31) from Evesham was killed in the NW200 road race in May.
Bob Price (65) from Stroud was killed in the Supersport Race 1 at the TT.

Wednesday, 12 June 2013

Tom Rayner's TT experience

This is a guest blog, by Tom Rayner:

I don't go to watch the TT, I go to experience it. A blue blur flashes
by at 180mph - that must have been Guy Martin, I nod vaguely. A
howling four bouncing off the limiter dims beyond the horizon, it
disappeared before it ever arrived. 10 seconds later there's another
flash. Was that Dunlop?! The tiger who came to tea.

Compare the TT with Assen (where I'd been just weeks before) and the
differences couldn't be more pronounced. At many viewing points in
Assen I could see half the circuit with the naked eye. The land is
flat and a little elevation provides impressive vistas. But the Isle
of Man is anything but flat, as the creaking crank of my rental bike
could testify.

However, at Assen FIM regulations have you seated safely behind thirty
feet of gravel trap and viewing through the wire mesh of
insurmountable safety fences. No 'elf and safety on the island, as 12
spectators watching from Bray Hill found out during the Senior TT. I
think most of us are happy to take the risk. There's nothing quite as
exciting as standing behind a farmer's five bar gate in a lonely field
of buttercups on the 150mph bend at Ballagarey knowing one tank
slapper or rear end slide could spell disaster.

Ballagarey was something else. I'd always wanted to watch from here
and this year I realised the dream. The riders, not known for their
cowardice, call it Ballascarey. Guy Martin cheated death at this
corner a few years back in a dramatic fireball of a crash. I found a
field right on the exit of the corner that I knew would provide an
amazing view.

Only when we'd decamped did I remember we had no food or water and
with the roads closing it could be eight hours of dehydration and
hunger. There were no shops in Ballagarey so I had to cycle back down
the hill to Union Mills for Snickers (which I discovered Dad detests),
water and cheesy onion crisps. To be fair, I'd made a poor selection
but I was in a mad rush to cycle the two miles back before the roads
shut leaving Dad stranded and alone. My ten minute Wiggo sprint nearly
brought on an asthma attack and I felt rather silly when (not for the
first time) I remembered I was still on Brussels time and had over an
hour before the roads closed. I found a cool pile of nettles where I
could lie down and die.

Luckily I didn't die and was quite recovered in time for the sidecar
race. The race leaders clipped a tyre on a kerb in the first lap and
were forced to retire. We saw the dented wheel in the paddock three
days later, it must have been a bone-crunching collision for the poor
passenger – his brother was driving. It made me remember the time I
low-sided the Derbi Senda with Sam on the back and he made a big fuss
because the pillion footpeg stabbed into his leg.

There was no Superbike race on Saturday because a wet practice week
left competitors without enough testing time so that afternoon we
enjoyed an extended qualification session. A friendly old couple who
lived in the farm opposite kept popping out to watch the action. The
gentlemen had driven the marshal’s course car after the war but it was
hard to hold a conversation with a half-deaf octogenarian as
race-tuned Superbikes roared between us.


We cycled back along an old railway line and I wished we had found it
earlier that morning. The gentle gradient along a verdant path
overspilling with bluebells and wild garlic was much more pleasant
than being buzzed at close quarters by an impatient biker as I bravely
wheezed up yet another apparently pointless hill.

Dad's cycling was leisurely and steady but it still proved a lot
faster than walking (last year's chosen mode of transport) and
downhill he was as quick as I was... perhaps quicker because my wobbly
handlebars shook and chattered most unnervingly at speed.

The racing highlight of the week was witnessing Michael Dunlop's
131mph Superstock lap. It's already being hailed as the greatest lap
around the TT course. As I mentioned earlier, you don't watch a TT,
you experience it and as Manx Radio kept us informed with his
blistering pace around the 37 mile circuit the excitement in the stand
at Hillberry was building.

A television helicopter is your first sign the leaders are approaching
and before you know it they're gone again... but even in this blink of
an eye I could see how hard Dunlop was trying. On a short circuit the
riders who look like they're going the fastest usually aren't. Smooth,
flowing and graceful lines typically equate to a hot lap. At the TT
it's different. The heavy, wallowing bikes need to be wrestled
manfully around the bumps and burrs. On the island so much depends on
the rider; the evidence for this is Superstock bikes are now lapping
as quickly as the Superbikes – give or take half a second.

Dunlop's lap was only 3.5 seconds slower than McGuinness's outright
lap record of 131.671mph set on his final lap of the Superbike TT on
Sunday, which was also won by Dunlop.

We'd seen McGuinness up close on Sunday night at a question and answer
session with Ian Hutchinson. Despite the disappointment of losing to
the nephew of the man he was wearing the replica leathers and helmet
of (Joey Dunlop) McGuinness was surprisingly chirpy. He was sipping
lager and telling salty tales of marital infidelity, punch-ups, and
swapping sickening racing wounds with Hutchy (who he had no chance of
matching). That night I saw another side of Hutchinson, who has
understandably been somewhat in the doldrums since he followed up his
astonishing feat of five TT wins in a single year with a horror leg
break at Silverstone. The stories about a hooligan teenage
Hutchinson's misadventures as a spectator on the Isle of Man were
almost as unbelievable as his heroics of 2010.

The evening was hosted by Neil Hodgson who lives on the island but has
never raced at the TT. It was probably just as well; it's fair to say
Hodgson was something of a late bloomer and there's no room for Mr
Nice Guy at the TT. Hodgson made a good host and was familiar enough
with the banter to extract the juiciest morsels from a shameless
McGuinness.

Not much changes at the TT year on year. The Bushy's tent was busy,
the beer moreish, the cover bands execrable, Paparazzi's was
overflowing, the stunt show dragged on, the bellies were bloated

A few things were, however, a bit different this year. We finally
fathomed the Da Vinci code, or the rules of Quids Inn (it's one pound
entry, pints are two pounds, and shots a quid). I had a meal that was
neither horrible or a pizza. And most importantly of all, the weather
was tropical – leading to lots of bikers with skin sorer than gravel
rash.

I also set something of a personal record – I spent 24 hours on the
Island stone cold sober. I felt like Father Jack when he gave up the
booze for Lent. I think the Isle of Man makes the most sense somewhere
between the third and fourth pint of Buhsy's.

I love the TT. I might not be able to make it back next year but
discovering the live timing app was something of a revelation and will
somewhat soften the blow. Dad and I watched a thrilling Supersport
race unfold on the four inch screen of my iPhone sat in Ronaldsway
airport. Dunlop won again and was one race win away from equalling
Hutchy's record. He didn't quite manage it, thanks to a stunning ride
from McGuinness in Friday's Senior TT. Everybody went home happy...
even Guy Martin who, despite failing to break his TT duck yet again,
still leaves the island more popular than ever.


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