Once again the misses and me were off to the T.T.Races.

I wondered if I was getting to old for this.

After getting to Liverpool I knew that I was getting to old for it.

We boarded the ferry without managing to fall off a feat in its self that, and arrived in the early hours of Saturday morning really tired out. We spent all of Saturday just chilling out down the seafront in Douglas.

In the evening we went to meet Damien off the ferry and show him to his campsite.

On the Sunday we went to the start to see the David Jefferies run, we left early so we could show Damien round Ramsey.

We joined the tail end at Ramsey and I thought now Damien will be able to see the view from the mountain. Great. No chance. speed down to 5mph could not see a bloody hand in front of your face the mist was down.

So much for sightseeing.

Monday after the racing was over we met the other club members in the Railway Inn at Union Mills, the Purple Helmets dropped in while we were there, Pat was quite taken with their bikes he wished that his was as good. After Monday we lost sight of Damien, we heard later that he was held prisoner in Bushys for the rest of the week. The weather was good all week the racing brill.

Roll on next year.