I saw these previously pristine, shiny, owners’ pride and joys on a flat bed recovery truck on Peel Road early yesterday. A few hours previously they were being ridden up the Mountain by people intent on enjoying their holiday, and, possibly, thinking that as they had no intention of binning it, an accident was inconceivable.

Every year riders arrive on Mona’s Isle full of delight, wonder and amazement, and every year some fail to return home.  It can happen to anyone, at any time, any where.

So, live as if today is your last, but act like you want to receive a telegram from HM.

All the best, Jim

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