What a shame the morning practices have gone. It was a chance to test the bike and build a rhythm to the lap. The evenings were the time to really have go. Scrutineering was brilliant all of us sadists together, moaning and laughing. Best time of my life! As Larry said, Kirk Michael at dawn on our Aermacchi's was something else. before I raced in the Island I used to marshall in Kirkmichael and I remember getting up early in 1967 (I think) and realising the barrier marshall had over slept and we had to phone the Police and hold Mike and Ago up until the ropes were in place.
Then we had the pleasure of watching the two masters (plus all those lovely singles) thunder past us as we stood in the forecourt of Michael Motors. Stunning. We had our pyjamas under our Belstaffs!