I find it incredible that anyone can average 131mph over 37 miles of public roads. As you can see there is not a whole lot of run off between the quaint cottages and the 300 year old dry stone walls. What’s even more incredible is that for one Sunday afternoon they open part of the course to the public to go as fast as they like on. Growing up in the UK it became a yearly ritual of how many people died this year. Cue newsreel of drunken bikers hanging around the streets and then cut to scene of irresponsible hooligans racing through the streets. Obligatory interview with Miss Marple type local resident who is scandalized by the whole thing. I’m pretty impressed it is still going. Good to see something dangerous has survived into this sanitized age (of course the fact the island is semi-independent and relies on this event for a large chunk of its GDP might have something to do with that).