Day 343, A quick trip round the island, motorcycle madness

It turned out that a Honda Fireblade in 1994 could go quite quickly around the Isle of Man, even with a great lump like me riding pillion.

Speed limit restrictions only exist within the towns on the island.  Outside the towns there are no limits, which also happens to be the name of the film with that ukulele playing bloke in it.

People can go as fast as they like, and they do.  To be fair we didn't go too fast, making it round the forty mile circuit in something under forty minutes.  There were some periods where we went quite quickly.  And then others where we didn't go so fast, Windy Corner for example which was very windy at the time and necessitated moderation of speed.

Summary of the journey:
Look, there's a castle
Look, there's a ... no, it's gone
Look, there's a mountain
Look, there's a ... no, missed it
Look there's a, HOLY SHIT
Look there's a, no, no idea
etc.

This picture was taken on Drury Terrace, just down the road from the TT start/finish line.

I'm on the left.

We were renting an apartment next door to Maxwell House, where our landlady had an arrangement where her guests could access their bar.  We were usually there until gone 4am, and playing on the video in the background was the film No Limits, with that bloke that played the ukulele in it.  There was also a picture of Screaming Lord Sutch on their wall, he was a regular visitor.  The owner of the place (the chap on the right) offered the opportunity of the zoom round on the back of his bike, I thought it too good an opportunity to miss.

Taking a look on Google streetview to try and find the position this picture was taken almost turned my head inside out.  The row of buildings in the original picture is hugely compressed compared to the streetview image, trying to find the exact spot made me feel nauseous.

The lamppost on the left, the drain on the right, the palm trees with the Maxwell House sign, and the 'OUT' sign on Sunnydale residence helped place it.  Although even then it didn't feel right, someone has been messing with reality and objects have been rearranged.




There has obviously been some plant growth and slight adjustment to walls in the intervening twenty years.

I feel more nauseous about the difficulty of reconciling the two images than any fear going round the TT course at high speed.  Actually the film No Limit made me feel quite nauseous too.

Here's another, much more relaxed, version of No Limit.

Game Over.



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