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I n any normal high street, the sight of several hulking men, wide-eyed and salivating at the window of Ann Summers, would provoke prim headshaking and talk of abandoned morals. But not here, not now. Among the saucy underwear is perched a gleaming Honda motorcycle and it is this that sends the leather-clad pilgrims misty-eyed.

Obsession comes in many forms, and frequently with a health warning, but this is the place to study how sports fans can truly Cheap Cruises obsess. An estimated 60,000 spectators have descended for the 100th TT races, almost doubling the island’s population. When not on the track, or drinking vast quantities of Manx beer, they spend hours staring at shop displays of autographed photographs or DVDs of past TTs.

Bikers seem comfortable within their stereotype, clannishly faithful to uniforms and routines and far less menacing than they appear. They are defined by a reluctance to grow up and grow old, yet in this environment Cheap Cruises they are wallowing in nostalgia, grateful for a celebration that many feared would never happen.

Not for the first time, the TT races were close to extinction at the start of this century. Manufacturers were indifferent to the event, riders were turning away from it and the media had lost Cheap Cruises interest except when someone died, which, with 223 deaths before this year’s event, was too often for most tastes.