At first, Milky maintained a mellow delivery, offering up some background on the TT and himself as we headed to the course. But once the driver merged onto the circuit at Quarter Bridge, it was as though the helmet visor had come down, cueing an adrenaline surge. "Up through gears, bang into sixth!" shouted the mad Manxman. By the time we reached Union Mills a couple miles down the road, Milky and his earthy, energetic delivery had secured a captive, wide-eyed audience. He bounced about, leaning into bends like an aerobics instructor and mimicked the sound an engine emits racing through the gearbox.