Actually, a rider crashed against that concrete post at the top of our drive, and died one year. (But that was long before our time, and we don't really like to talk about it..)
Oh, and oops, since filming this I stand corrected. Hubby took Sam NOT out on Marshall duties today (there's a law against that, apparently), but up to watch the races from the grandstand, instead. Not being a mind-reader, I didn't know my dear beloved had booked himself a day out from his usual volunteering lark, as a one-off special treat for the lad.
So, guess it's not going to be that peaceful for me this week, after all. Sam is utterly obsessed with the TT, he's a virtual walking encyclopedia - with a knowledge of it he just loves to share!
(The TT spans a full two weeks, not including all the hype leading up to it.)
But on the bright side, keen bike enthusiasts, and a fellow blogger of mine, Denise and her husband Jon (she aka. Mrs. Nesbitt's Space) will be spending a day with us again.
This year, they've promised to give Sam a ride with Jon, up to the Paddock.
And um, no, Sam has never ridden pillion before.
But, er, he is very keen!
(God help them!)
I'm sure it'll be fine, I mean, what on earth could POSSIBLY go wrong, eh..?