At the manx it was always very cold at 5:30am but it had to be done, the sun in your eyes on occasions was always a memory tester. Putting a jumper over your leathers was OK in the pits waiting to go out but past second gear was utterly useless even more so when raining the best bit was getting back to the hospitality tent for hot cocoa or even better stopping at the bungalow for one of Fred's alcohol infused flasks before carrying on to the pits.