Heroes, every one of them!
Nice post about "yer man". He was a great sportsman (not to many of those about today), and a tremendous competitor, but the recognition he got from the main stream sporting press was woefull. You need to sit on Sulby Straight as they go by, inches from us spectators at 200mph, or watch the bike "bottom out" at the foot of Bray Hill with only a slim racing line between traffic lights, pillar boxes, garden walls and lamp-posts to realise that these men are the modern day gladiators.
I have spent some of the best weeks of my life on the island and go away every time with total admiration for these riders. Moto GP? Pussies compared with this lot!
From the first placed rider to the last man home, I raise a drink to them all.
For two weeks, every year, on the Isle of Man, thats where the sportsmen with the biggest balls hang out!