On the Isle of Man, where speed fans reside, Racers gather, with their need for speed inside. They rev up their engines, with a mighty roar, And push their bikes to the limit, on the course once more!...

Had to spray it black as i don't have green... fixed the rear caliper so now we can go out again tomorrow ...

I am not into lining tanks....

On the Isle of Man's hallowed ground, Racing bikes thunder all around, The TT's roar, a deafening sound, As fans gather, spirits unbound....

In the Irish Sea, a rugged isle stands tall, Between England and Ireland, where speed demons call. Racers gather, with hearts aflame, Chasing glory, with bikes that bear no shame....