So there I was enjoying half an hour or so of tonight's MGP practice at Ballacraine. Lovely night, plenty of bikes out, some fast, some not so fast but all enjoying themselves. But no real excitement to speak of - until about 10 minutes from the end of the session. That was the moment when a competitor apparently forgot that Ballacraine is a right-hand bend, and headed off towards Peel at high speed, nearly taking a photographer with him. A couple of minutes later the said competitor emerged on foot from several hundred yards back down the road and was seen sharing a laugh with the marshals. So, Cargo, did you get yourself an ice cream while you were in Peel??