What Cargo and I know (and we are now willing to share this secret with you)

is......................


Being a marshal......................


is.....................

99.999% of the time...


GREAT FUN.
Unless there is an incident, and, contrary to all you read in the Daily Mail, or see on Granada, that is very, very rare, (and awful when it does happen)........... we bond into very happy, humorous teams (viz The Gorselea marshals) and have a LOT of fun together.
Friendships are formed which, founded in the white heat of racing, last long after the last straggler has gone home.
You learn essential skills of first aid, organisation, getting on with people you may have little else in common with, and you learn to deal with the suicidal public with humour.
I'll tell again of the little incident at Bray last year.
On the Tromode Road side, there was a rather large "gentleman" sitting on the wall in direct line of fire if our scariest rider (name concealed, but if you offer enough to the Joey Dunlop Foundation I'll tell you) were to lose it on the way down.
I called to him several times to move, but he pretended deafness, looking away all the while.
Four large guys from somewhere pretty scary asked me if I wanted him to move his legs, and I said "Yes, but he's ignoring me". Without rehearsal, and in perfect harmony, they yelled "Hey YOU... Yes YOU, the FAT B*****d... get your legs off the wall"... and he did...

The crowd can be your best friends if you treat them right.

BE A MARSHAL... you will never regret it, you will meet wonderful people... get in touch NOW http://www.iomttma.com... to find your nearest training session. See you at the TT.