You’d be forgiven for thinking that the riders at the Isle of Man TT have some sort of obscene death wish. They drove ridiculously fast, on what are normally public roads, on just two wheels. I mean, just look at how little reaction time you have when you smack into a curb at 160 MPH.
When the rocket you’re on goes left-right-sideways that quickly, without you having any real semblance of control over it, is the exact moment when excrement starts coming out. Lots, and lots, and lots, of excrement.
I have no idea who thought any of this was a good idea, but goddamn, do I respect riders like Bruce Anstey.