Couldn't agree more.  There was nothing quite like riding around a deserted Douglas, well except for other bikers, and the atmosphere up on the mountain on a clear sunny morning was magical.
The bikes could be heard miles away, especially the multis, wonderful.
Also loved the way everyone tried to get behind the roads open car.  Was at Keppel Gate one time and the 50s were the last out.  A lone rider appeared around the 32nd with the car just behind and hundreds of bikes following on.