he he. I’ve had some crazy times in IOM in that week. Caning along into a corner, bike absolutely flat out at around 120+. German guy passes me sat up like he’s out for a Sunday stroll.
Sleeping in the ferry port, visiting my mate in the police cell because the dogs sniffed out his stash, spending an evening drinking in this old guys house when he asked us if we had somewhere to stay for the night, lugging a bag of whisky around the island…and then lugging it back home. MASSIVE fight in the car park in Lancaster on time.
Ferry crossing like a roller coaster and many more.
Enjoy. 😉