The TT 2011

It is always a very great pleasure for me to go to the TT, and this year was no exception.  Some good people let me stay in their hospitality caravan in the paddock area (as long as I prepared the breakfasts and did the washing up) and so I got to meet up with many old family friends - people like Murray Walker, who was a great friend of my Grandfather, Edgar, and little Charlie Williams who I remember as a fresh-faced young boy.

It was great to see some of the new riders too - Cal Crutchlow and that nice American boy, Nicholas Hayden. But, even though he can be a bit coarse and vulgar, my special favourite was Guy Martin.  I did so want to see him win a TT, but he was unlucky again.  Of course, last year he suffered such a bad crash, and perhaps it is his nonchalant bravery that appeals to me - it reminds me of my Grandfather's bravery when he too crashed, remounted and finished with such badly burned feet, only to then be disqualified.

Good luck Guy (but do try not to use so many rude words).