It must have been filmed on "Black Sunday," the day when the wanna-be boy racers take to the pavement and ride the unforgiving, narrow, twisting, limited-sight roads of the Mountain Course just as you witness in this video. I cringed each time the rider blasted around a blind curve on the wrong side of the road. Those roads simply don't offer any escape routes when an oncoming vehicle sddenly pops into view. Not to mention that it takes a very
long time to become familiar with the 37 3/4 mile course.
The rider in the video seems rather skilled but, more importantly, he (not lkely her) was incredibly fortunate there was no oncoming traffic. The only time his speed or regard for other vehicles was even remotely appropriate was in the road-work area between Kate's Cottage and the Creg-ny-Baa hotel.
Each time I went to the island for the Manx Grand Prix, either as part of a racing team or simply to watch the races, Black Sunday claimed the life of at least one rider, usually in a horrific crash with a vehicle travelling in the opposite direction on open public roads, or a very large, very solid roadside object. Here are two examples that are, unfortunately, typical.
At over 100 mph, a squid and his girlfriend hit a small car on a blind curve with such force that the bike virtually became an integral part of the car. Both the young man and girl were killed instantly despite the fact that they were wearing full gear. The occupants of the vehicle were seriously injured. The second I remember occurred when a solo rider tearing down Bray Hill in Douglas overcooked it and ran headlong into the stone wall at full tilt. Not proper (in the traditional meaning of the word), not exciting and not cool, but the prospect mangled corpses usually aren't.
Still, I suppose as long as the TT and MGP continue to exist, Black Suday will continue to claim the lives of reckless wanna-be riders. What a shame. Sorry if I've offended anyone, I'll step down off the soap box now.