On about his third pass the policeman in front of me flagged down the bike. He asked the naked pillion to get off whilst he spoke to the rider. He asked the rider where he was staying the man named a hotel about two miles away. We saw the pillion later that evening sat in front of a pub still naked being bought drinks by all and sundry. The smell of burnt rubber hangs heavy in the air for the whole TT fortnight.
Some people go right over the top.