I was at the TT in '82 for the 75th Anniversary. Went over from England on the ferry from Heysham with my Suzuki GT750.

Rode around the course on closed roads on Mad Sunday and my brakes faded out coming down Creg-ny-Baa (spelling?). Bought new racing brake shoes and installed them in the street outside the guest house, but realised that it wasn't necessary - it was just that the stock brakes on my street bike weren't good enough for sustained racing speeds coming down the mountain. Passed one bike that was up a tree! A crane was being used to get it down. Also had the cops wave me to go faster while doing 80 through a 30 limit (they were waiting to open the roads).

Drank lots of Manx beer. Watched wet t-shirt contests and loonies doing burnouts. At one event someone stole the grand prize for the raffle (a dirt bike) by wheeling it out the front door. I saw him do it.

Those were the days!

There's an Irish song about going to the Isle of Man to see the TT "Oh the Craic was Ninety in the Isle of Man". 90 mph on the streets, perhaps?