In the late 40's and throughout the 1950's the works teams were racing, at ever increasing speeds,
from the continent. Thrown in for good measure was a selection of development privateers on specially prepared machines.
of these privateers were good enough to become works riders in the years to come.
When school exams loomed on the horizon, my parents flew on ahead (for the practice week) and I joined them (for the races) once that curse of every schoolboy had been completed. My Father enjoyed briefing me about what had happened but little did he know that I had invested in one of the early battery-powered portable radios and excused myself from class to go and listen to the B.B.C. practice reports in the loo ! I often wonder what people thought when they heard the beautiful noise of a Gilera or the brattle of a fully mega'd Norton on full song emanating from a locked toilet....
In 1959 a team of motorcyclists came from Japan to challenge the TT course. What happened is now history and there are plenty of excellent books on the subject.....I am very glad that my Father was actually present at the beginning of the onslaught from the East that set new standards in TT racing.
Unfortunately, because of a new work committment, 1960 was my Fathers last full year so he was clearly emotional and very disappointed when we sailed home that year. However he found that he could now rely upon my vivid reports which I wrote to him from the Island.
I so enjoyed writing these extensive "son to father" first hand reports that I sent similar ones to magazines and this started off my freelance reporting. My Father only returned to the TT a couple of times in the 70s but these visits were with motorcycle club/magazine organised daytrips or on one day flightovers.
So now I began organising groups of friends to come to the TT with me.
Most had never seen a motorbike, never mind a race----However I did what my Father did for me----I explained everything about the ISLE of MAN and the races. My pals learned about Okells Ales, Joes Bar, Devereus Kippers, Making Rock, The Glens, the Horse Trams and then all about the TT. As a consequence a very high percentage of these "first-timers" returned with me in subsequent years, bringing other friends, so we eventually took over a large sea-front hotel for the full fortnight-
SOME OF US IN JOES BAR
We hired cars during that era and explored the Island from top to bottom. Those bus trips used by my parents were less attractive by now, and besides, we could go to places not covered by the set tours. Everybody was introduced to
GEORGE FORMBY in "NO LIMIT"
George Formby and co-star Florence Desmond We took up a complete row in the Douglas cinema---a packet of "Sweet Afton" cigarettes came back empty when passed along the group !! This film is still highly recommended as an adjunct to the TT learning programme (It is on Video now----so contact Duke Marketing for YOUR copy!) Don't be put off by those who don't understand its relevance....
I met and interviewed Florence Desmond not long before she died a few years back--She remembered making the film and related many stories about it and kindly autographed the photograph seen above and corresponded with me for a short while.
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 |  " Ee,Mother,-- I can't stop!" Stills from "NO LIMIT" George Formby Society c/o Dennis Taylor, 12,Bonnington Rise, Maltby,Rotherham,S66 8QP GEORGE FORMBY SOCIETY WEBSITE |
ABOVE, ON THE LEFT, IS ONE OF THE GLEN ENGLISH PEWTER MODELS SERIES OF GEORGE FORMBY RIDING THE SHUTTLEWORTH SNAP
COMEALONG AND SEE MERIDING IN THE TT RACES
The old vantage spots were still the best, but during this period we took taxis one way and then walked back through the fields bordering the course during the race, to the start and finish. We eventually arrived at the Grandstand just in time to see the winner of the race take the "chequered flag"
Ralph Bryans
From 1962 to 1975 was an era when my large group of people, all of whom really had had no initial interest in racing, became truly avid TT fans, and some still make the TT their Mecca, year after year. The guy with the beard, Ben Hines from Slough, was my entrant in the 1990 Manx after I brought him over for the TT. The late Phil Mellor spent some time chatting to Ben in 1989 about techniques of racing. We were devasated when we arrived home to find Phil had lost his life. We had set out early on the boat and had missed the announcement.
Ben rode in the Manx, bless him, did the plunge down Bray Hill, finished the full race and then said "thank you but no thank you"...However, he became a much better rider on the short circuits !!
Andy Lee on the left became TT mechanic to Francesca Giordano !!
IN OUR ADOPTED DOUGLAS PUB
I married Carole in 1968 and my son Simon was born in 1969 so I thought these personal events might have restricted my TT visits somewhat--However my wife ACTUALLY came with me until my new son was old enough for school and then the rule was "you go to the TT and we WILL have a family holiday later in the year". This arrangement is still in place and we go to America and other exotic places each September (What a great arrangement--for I have also been re-enacting the American Civil War between hurricanes for the last four years as yet another hobby !)
General Robert E.Lee and Me in Sharpsburg, USA (Of course, the bathroom must be painted,the garden dug and all the other chores done before you go to the TT------
OH--YES--OF COURSE, DARLING !!! )
Unfortunately, after 1975, my large group began to break up--Their new wives were not quite as understanding as the memsahib---But those who were left eventually concentrated into today's party of a surprisingly wide age group which still makes the supreme effort to be there each year all at the same time. We go "HOMESTAY" now and take over a large house just on the outskirts of DOUGLAS.
Just a few years back we took over a farm on the side of the course at a famous vantage spot associated with a humpedback bridge.Superb place-we could stay in one place for EVERYTHING !
Unfortunately one of our party accidentally ran his car over the farmers prize goose coming back from Douglas late one evening with the Chinese Takeaways so we were not welcome back there Shame--It was a super place to stay !
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