1 June, 2011 After fettling the 1911 Indian, I went to Cronk-y-Voddy to watch the evening practice. You stand in a field against a barb wire fence that separates you from the road. You hear the bikes coming long before you see them come onto the straight more than a mile away. They pass you maybe 12' away probably around 190mph, through a right kink, the good ones not backing off, then downhill to another fast right and out of sight. Intense. And, on a warm, sunny day, in as beautiful as you'll find.

The plan for tomorrow is to take the Indian up to a quiet road at the very north of the Island and try to run it.