And then, within a scarcely believable split-second and a booming VRROOOMM, another bike is gone. It is a noise which grows louder as the hedge-side crowds strain their necks for a better view and fix their eyes down the road. After three long years, an unmistakable roar is again reverberating down Bray Hill in Douglas before echoing through the quaint towns, villages and valleys of the spectacular Isle of Man countryside.
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