It is time to leave Ireland and ferry over to the Isle of Man. What’s there? We don’t know, but we want to find out and report back to our family and friends.
Unbeknownst to us, we have decided to be here on the weekend of the TT Grand Prix. Never heard of it? Neither had we.
There are mostly men of all ages here dressed in black leather motorcycle riding outfits.
TT stands for Tourist Trophy. Rob wanted to get an Isle of Man T-shirt, but they all have a motorcycle motiff.
There is no national speed limit on the Isle of Man. Some roads may be driven at any speed that is safe and appropriate. The roads that make up the course are closed during the hours of these events. The motorcycles achieve speeds up to 200mph.
We went to a pizza joint for dinner, and there were mostly men there. Now I get it. Seems appropriate this weekend that it is named the Isle of Man.
Here is a wonderment: If a person from here is called a Man, isn’t that a bit confusing if one is a woman? So they call themselves Manx, but isn’t that a cat.
It’s a Sign
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