Welcome back, fellow 2wheelers! Buckle up and get ready for another thrilling chapter in my motorcycle escapades. We’re leaving behind the heart-pounding action of the IOMTT races and diving headfirst into the breathtaking landscapes of Northern Ireland’s Atlantic coast. Get ready for a wild ride filled with hilarious mishaps, whiskey delights, and parking predicaments that will leave you laughing out loud.
Departing the Isle of Man: Racing Thrills and Midnight Arrivals
Let’s quickly recap the previous day. It was another exhilarating half-day at the IOMTT races, and I was completely delighted with the experience. I found myself captivated by the sheer skill and determination of Michael Dunlop as he tirelessly pursued perfection on his bike. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he even created a part from scratch, with his mechanics and engineers laughing and playfully joining in the fun. Safe to say that this kind of shared action can’t be seen in any other major motorcycle racing that I am aware of. Such is so, that It crossed my mind to abandon the remainder of the ride just to stay until the end. Already hitching to come back for the full week next year.
After bidding farewell to the Isle of Man, I hopped on my trusty GS1200 and set sail for Belfast. Arriving well past Cinderella’s curfew, I scrambled to find a place to rest my weary head and stash my precious bike and gear. The locals, bless their souls, had some serious concerns about motorcycle security. The front desk guy gave me that look of worry and said, “I wouldn’t leave your bike alone on the street with all your belongings.” I wasn’t worried… until he dropped that bombshell phrase! Well, heck… there I was, with the bike parked just outside the window, and still was getting advised not to leave it alone. I mean, my motorcycle was literally staring at me through the window… But hey, who needs sleep when you can stare at your bike all night, right?
Causeway Coastal, Kings Landing, and Cliffs Galore
As the sun peeked over the Northern Irish horizon, I revved up my engine and embarked on an adventure along the untamed North Coast. They call it the “Causeway Coastal Route” for a reason, and boy, did it live up to its name! The scenery was straight out of a fantasy novel, with towering cliffs, hidden coves, and more twists and turns than a Game of Thrones plotline. I guess that’s the reason why it was the set of numerous scenes for this series. I half-expected dragons to swoop down and join me on my journey to the King’s Landing.
Adding to that feeling, was our encounter with the Dark Hedges. Picture this: a tree-lined road with a touch of mystery, its twisted branches creating a canopy that felt straight out of a fairytale. We couldn’t resist capturing the essence of this mystical spot, pausing to revel in its ethereal charm.
Next on the agenda was Dunseverick Castle, perched precariously on a cliff overlooking the majestic Atlantic Ocean. I couldn’t help but channel my inner knight as I explored the ancient ruins, imagining epic battles and damsels in distress. The Northern Irish coastline revealed its hidden treasures, from idyllic beaches to remarkable landmarks that seemed straight out of a postcard.



Giants Causeway: Parking Predicaments and Whiskey Delights
Amongst the highlights of my day was a legendary Unesco heritage site, the Giant’s Causeway. A natural wonder with mind-boggling hexagonal basalt columns. But let me tell you, finding a parking spot there was like searching for the Holy Grail. Reserved spaces were taunting me, and the parking gods seemed determined to test my patience. But fear not, for I unleashed my secret weapon: the power of persuasion fueled by a pint or two. After some smooth talking with a pub owner, I struck a deal to stash my gear while I tackled the Causeway on foot. Who needs reserved parking when you have the charm of a motorcycling adventurer?



Hiking in Rev’it Boots: Complaints, Blisters, and Missing My Motorcycle
Now, picture this: hordes of tourists swarming the Giant’s Causeway like seagulls fighting over a bag of chips. It was beautiful, no doubt, but as I hiked down to the Causeway in my Revit riding boots, I couldn’t help but grumble. An hour of walking felt like an eternity, and my poor boots were crying for mercy. I missed my motorcycle like a sailor misses dry land during a storm. But hey, the Causeway was worth every blister and complaint, reminding me that life’s adventures are often found off the beaten path.



Bushmills Distillery: A Spirited Adventure and a Tipsy Stroll
As if whiskey fairies heard my cries, I stumbled upon the legendary Bushmills Distillery. I took a spirited tour, savoring the aromas and sampling the golden nectar of Irish whiskey. Let’s just say I left with a warm glow in my heart and a newfound appreciation for those dedicated whiskey enthusiasts. I may or may not have left the distillery with a slight wobble in my step, but that’s a story for another time. What I can disclose right now is that I rode 20 miles with the motorcycle security lock as a passenger… and it didn’t fall. Talk about luck!



The Foggy Fade: Whiskey Memories and Heading South Along Ireland’s Wild Atlantic Way
As the day drew to a close, my memories became a hazy blend of whiskey-infused bliss and foggy recollections. But fret not, my fellow adventurers! The road stretches out before me, luring me south along the stunning west coast of Ireland. Next up is the Wild Atlantic Way. Join me in the next uproarious chapter as I navigate hairpin bends (as I try to escape the most common route in search of better a better riding experience), charm the locals with my wit (or lack thereof), and unravel the magic of Ireland’s captivating landscapes. Get ready for more laughter, more breathtaking sights, and more unforgettable moments as we continue this wild two-wheeled odyssey.