For those who are PASSIONATE about their love of a particular sport, for those who take absolute pleasure in every moment it can bring be it; joy, misery, fear, elation, sadness and the satisfaction. Rejoice. Know that it is a good thing. To be so enthralled by whatever it is you love, that you’ll sacrifice almost everything else to be in that moment. Those of us who understand this allure share a bond, while those who do not are to the rest of us, a bit ‘foreign’. Perhaps even lacking a certain motivation for life.
For me specifically the TT represents unfettered freewill. It represents the pureness of racing; speed, adrenaline, risk, fear and excitement. In my opinion, it is the most visceral experience in the world. I love the TT, even though I have never gotten the chance to compete there nor probably ever will. My passion for the TT runs deep, ingrained amongst the racing fanaticism within my blood. The TT is both real and surreal at the same time. It is history, it is tradition, it is freedom and liberty defined.
The TT is the world’s toughest and greatest road race. Down-to-earth, honest, hard-working, ordinary men and women doing extraordinary things on motorbikes.
The Road to Revelation 