WORDS: PRETTY BOY
Pretty Boy struggles to get it up in the morning.
IMAGES: DOUBLE RED/FB ARCHIVE
Just imagine a place with no speed limits, sublime tarmac and year-round sunshine. That’d be heaven, right? Okay, the sunshine bit might be an ask too far, but as far as the decent surface goes and roads that allow you to fully sample the delights of your two-wheeled wanger’s motor without facing a few years in the cells, suchaplace does exist. Yes, I’m talking about the legendary Isle of Man, of course. It’s best known for being the home of the legendary TT races for two weeks a year, but outside of that fortnight the Island morphs into a safe haven for speed addicts (of the mph variety). That said, just because there are lots of roads on the Island where you can ride flat out when you pass the de-restricted signs, it doesn’t mean you can ride like a nob. The Isle of Man folk are massively welcoming to two-wheeled endeavours, but the novelty of near misses and crazed passes would wear thin on the most tolerant of people, right?