It was the first time I've spectated there: and it was utterly brilliant.

Unfortunately myself & my pillion were deliberately pushed from behind by some lout as we tootled out towards the road afterwards - which caused me to drop the bike. We couldn't get the machine off us, so we were very grateful to have had the assistance of a fellow biker who dismounted and righted the machine which allowed us to get up and take stock of what had just happened. The attacker and his aggressive female accomplice apparently didn't want to walk in single file as I approached them, but I had room to go past them slowly by the line of traffic that was waiting to turn right to go down the hill towards Crosby Village. Needless to say, the aforementioned 'characters' did an immediate runner towards the farm/car park after bringing us down: and we couldn't see them anywhere. As my bike was completely unscathed (thanks R&G crash bung!), I decided to go off back to Peel and attempt to calm down. Once I had parked up, it became clear that I'd hurt my leg as a result of the yob's action: and it was increasingly painful. I spent the next couple of days wondering if I'd be able to ride home after the weekend, but half-convinced myself that the pain was probably down to bruising that was readily appearing. Suffice to say I managed to ride back to Sussex from Liverpool whilst dosed-up on painkillers and anti inflammatory meds, but I was still in a whole heap of discomfort. Today I finally decided to go to my local A&E to get my leg properly checked. An X-Ray revealed a fractured fibula; and I since learned that my pillion on The Island had suffered a broken rib during the senseless assault. I had a brilliant TT up to this unsavory incident, but I can't say the actions of one violent moron hasn't left a rather bad aftertaste. I suppose it just goes to show that whenever there's a huge event with a huge crowd, there's always a few idiots whose behaviour can ruin your day. I just hope Karmic justice is dispatched ASAP.