The Isle of Man TT has a printed schedule, but hewing to stated schedule is not the TT’s specialty. There’s no sense receiving upset about it. Even in late spring, climate in the Irish Sea can hardly be relied upon to cooperate. Accidents occur when the public-road course is open for common use, requiring investigation. Delays are accepted as inevitable.
Mark Higgins has currently been delayed as soon as. It is Wednesday, June 4. He was supposed to have gone for his 1st true flying lap of the course yesterday. (Check out some footage of his practice lap in the video below.) As an alternative, he’s a hapless passenger in a Ford Transit minibus with a load of journalists, explaining the 37.73-mile Mountain Course. The Transit has been waylaid by targeted traffic. Marshals are closing the course in preparation for the TT Zero electric-bike race, to be followed directly by Higgins’ own lap of the circuit.
It’s 9:15 a.m. and we’re stuck on the outskirts of Ramsey. It’s the Isle of Man’s second-largest town and stands as the entrance to the Snaefell Mountain section of the impossibly large course. Through telephone, we’ve obtained a provisional pass from the race organizers to transit the closed segment to Creg-ny-Baa, a spot roughly 3 miles from the start off/finish line in Douglas. There’s no way we’ll make it to Douglas in time for the former British Rally Champion to choose up the vehicle in the pits and drive back up to the Creg, which has been chosen as Higgins’s push-off point to give the automobile and tires enough time to warm up ahead of the flying start off past the grandstands.
Said provisional clearance isn’t good adequate for the marshals at the bottom of the hill. Discussion ensues. Subaru’s PR team is operating the phones. Higgins is dialing numbers, too. The marshals busy themselves directing the Transit hither and thither to allow residents access to their homes. We stand around and smoke in the mild Ramsey sun, gazing up at the darkening clouds obscuring the prime of Snaefell, 2000 feet up.
The marshals ultimately determine we can proceed over the mountain in convoy with them. In about 20 minutes’ time. At 30 mph. At this point, it is nonetheless a faster alternative than leaving now and attempting to wade our way about to Douglas on roads packed with buses, cars and motorcycles.
The car’s coming up to meet us, then. Oh, the auto! It is mostly a production, US-spec unit. The 2015 STI’s fitted with a cage, the speed limiter’s removed, and sticky, barely-legal Dunlop Direzza rubber is wrapped about the gold wheels. The calipers and rotors are stock, the pads upgraded. The springs and dampers are swapped for units that are a bit a lot more rally-esque to supply a lot more compliance over the uneven course at speed.
These Hybrid Moments . . .
Lapping the course in 22 minutes, 9 seconds at an typical speed of 102 mph, Tony Pond set a production-car record of the course back in 1990 in a Rover 827 Vitesse, sort of a glorified Acura Legend. Higgins has been dreaming of breaking his record for years. Subaru of America was the very first business the Manxman approached that was capable to make an attempt occur, back in 2011. And maybe the only purpose there’s one more attack on the Mountain Course this year is a small incident recognized now as “The Moment.” With Chris Cantle of our sister publication Road & Track riding shotgun, Higgins’s 2011 attempt almost ended in disaster
3 years ago, on his second run, just past the start/finish line in Douglas and at the bottom of Bray Hill, the Subie hit full suspension compression and got really loose. Higgins went into a wild series of corrections, maintaining the STI off the walls as the vehicle careened its way up Ago’s Leap. 3 years following the reality, Cantle notes, “I still get a tiny anxious watching that point. All I wanted was to get through that entire ride without having getting the screaming passenger.”
The resultant video located itself seared into the minds of gearheads around the planet. All of a sudden, Subaru had a viral smash on its hands. Higgins’s runs had gone from a neat small footnote to the motorcycle races to a “what’s gonna take place next?” sort of capital-e Event. The truth that Higgins broke Pond’s record, clocking a 115.36 mph average, wound up getting secondary to the amazing save.
Which is in line with the complete mystique of the TT. Though nobody speaks of it straight in any official capacity, the occasion thrives on the possibility, certainly, the inevitability of fatal catastrophe on the course. Hell, the genesis of huge-time motorsport on the island was a middle finger salute to England’s fin de siècle wellness-and-safety culture. When the British, unsure of the motorcar’s assault on decency and horsemanship, restricted automobiles to a mere 20 miles per hour, racing organizers looked west to an island in the middle of the Irish Sea, roughly equidistant from the coasts of Cumbria in England and County Down in Northern Ireland.
The Manx were much more than happy to host the 1904 Gordon Bennett Elimination Trials. The automotive Tourist Trophy followed the next year. Motorcycles began racing the TT in 1907, while the Snaefell Mountain Course entered the image in 1911. Men have been paying the ultimate price tag at speed on Manx roads ever since. It’s civilians on “Mad Sunday,” when motorcyclists from all walks of life have a free of charge-for-all over the Mountain Course. It’s useless trying to counter the collective red mist. Red asphalt is the outcome. Indicators reading “Links fahren!” dot the region, reminding German vacationers that they’re not in Poor Homburg anymore and have to ride on the left to stay away from head-on collisions with those on the legally right side of the road. Often it works.
Creg’s List
We pile out of the Transit at Creg-ny-Baa. Manx for “rock of the cow,” the Creg consists of a high-speed downhill correct-hander signaling the transition from the mountain section back to the Douglas region. The just-arrived STI goes up on jack stands and the wheels come off, and then go back on with warmers wrapped about the tires. Higgins consults with the crew as he pulls on his fire suit in complete view of anyone who cares to wander more than from the grandstand. The electric bikes of the TT Zero class whip by in the background, with only the occasional screech of tires alerting us to their presence.
Higgins’s veneer of stoic professionalism remains intact, but we uncover ourselves wishing the man had his own private moment to drive up to the Creg alternatively of possessing to steel himself in full view of a group of Yankee journos. We don’t ask questions out of respect. Duty mandates that we hold pointing lenses at him. The marshals shove the barrier aside and he’s off. The Subaru moving out onto the course, straight pipes blaring as the turbo boxer winds up coming off the Creg, is practically anticlimactic. We don’t have time to believe about it. We’ve gotta move if we want to be at the finish line when Higgins arrives.
#1 Smash Hit Record
We make haste back to the Transit and scuttle down to Douglas by way of back roads, listening to updates on the Ford’s radio. Mark is across the line before we can park the van, having traveled practically 6 occasions our distance in 19 minutes and 26 seconds. Average speed? 116.47 mph. He’s pleased to have broken his personal record, but feels like he left 20 seconds on the course. Isle of Man veteran and freshly minted TT Zero champ John McGuinness ribs him about getting slower than the electric bikes. The Subie reeks of hot coolant and cooked pads. Higgins ran out of brakes somewhere amongst the Creg and the finish line, overshot the Signpost corner and had to use the handbrake to save it. Not really the trip down Hairball Alley that was The Moment, but neither is it a save to sneeze at. An additional run is scheduled for the following day, when we’ll be on a plane back to the States.
In accurate TT style, an try to far better the lap time was pushed off an additional day. We just received word from Subaru that Higgins’s try this morning netted him a new record: 19:15 at 117.51 mph. He’s now more quickly than himself, Tony Pond, and John McGuinness on his Mugen Shinden e-bike. As for us? We’re racking our brains in the hope of conjuring up a way to convince Hearst that C/D needs an Isle of Man bureau. It’s a gem of a place where nothing at all tends to make sense, but makes perfect sense. It is hokey to claim that the TT is 1 of the final pure key motorsports events in the world, however it’d be fallacious to claim that it isn’t. Go just before the globe comes to its senses and neuters—or bans—the factor.
Creg-ny-Baa Stomp: Mark Higgins Sets New Isle of Man TT Automobile Record in a Subaru STI [w/ Video]
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