The Native Iowan

The morning after.

Maybe 15 kids, 20 adults, 9-10 bikes, a couple quick buggies, and heaps of fun.

Everyone camped. It got down to maybe 7c/40f over night. Both nights. The huge fire was not a luxury. It was a necessity.

As was the winch on the big buggy. 

Happy to report no broken bones. No emergency medical services required. 

We shall try harder next time.

Of course, Saturday was rather drunken out. The drunken weather intensified as the sun set. 

The youngest contestant was 6months old, next cam Xman weighing in at about a year and a half. I of course count as the old fart in residence, so spent more time kinda managing things rather than competing. Managing and imbibing. The big, fast buggy got rolled a couple times. My buddy, Andy, dropped his big BMW adventure bike into a steep gully. He was up not the mountain. That’s when the winch was required. 

Happy to report that after a few re-bending of disfigured pieces, Andy’s bike was – is fine.

We broke the door and the roof on the big buggy. Neither of which were required for operations so we just took them off completely. Who needs a door or a roof.

One little guy, on his own bike, went into a barbed wire fence and has what looks like a heart surgery scar on his chest. Luckily his mom didn’t come. So he didn’t cry too much. His dad had brought his own bike and was way cool. Knowing the ways of gravity and speed and 2wheels.

So the “Isle of Mike TT” was a raging success. 

Smiles