Isle of Man TT

The morning began with a collision of ambition and utter chaos. Life rarely presents a straight path, and today felt like a series of interlocking puzzles waiting for a solution. The primary focus loomed large: the grand opening of Jerk Slow, a new culinary venture spearheaded by Kev. I had managed to invite roughly a quarter of a million people to a shop that was, quite frankly, nowhere near ready. This disconnect between digital marketing and physical reality is a hallmark of the modern era. While Kev paced with the quiet anxiety of a man facing a potential stampede, I had my own hurdles to clear, including a Motorbike Theory Test and a stubborn hoverboard that seemed determined to eject me into the pavement. The Engineering Failure of the Hoverboard Go-Kart There is a certain optimism in buying a conversion kit that promises to turn a balancing board into a racing machine. My father and I spent the morning attempting to make this dream a reality in a Tesco car park, a setting that has hosted countless DIY disasters before us. The Hover-1 unit, purchased from Argos, was designed to provide stability, yet it felt more like a sentient trap. The controls were counter-intuitive; leaning forward was meant to initiate movement, but instead, the machine would reach a critical threshold and simply stall or tip. We quickly learned that technical legality and physical safety are two very different things. Driving this contraption on public roads is technically illegal, carrying the risk of six points on a license for lack of insurance. However, the immediate threat was the machine itself. After a series of false starts and a minor crash that left me with a grazed body, I realized that some gadgets are simply better in theory than in practice. It served as a reminder that the quickest way to complicate a simple life is to add more moving parts that you don't fully understand. The Real Estate Hunt and the Auction Snaking Property acquisition in Derby has become a recurring theme in my journey, particularly the desire to own a church. There is something profoundly satisfying about the architecture of old religious buildings—the height, the history, and the potential for a truly unique living or working space. My recent attempt to buy a church in Chellaston turned into a masterclass in auction frustration. With a guide price of £135,000, I went in with a firm limit of £170,000. The auction process felt like a calculated exercise in delay. At £150,000, the hammer should have fallen, but the auctioneer hesitated, squeezing the room for every last penny. This "dragging of the feet" allowed another bidder to swoop in, eventually pushing the price to £181,000. It was a classic case of being "snaked" in the final moments. Despite the loss, the search continues. The criteria remain firm: it must be weird, it must be in Derby, and it must have character. Whether it is a pub or another chapel, the goal is to find a space that defies the sterile nature of modern residential development. Business Logistics and the Pressure of the Grand Opening Transitioning from real estate to the restaurant business, I met with Kev to finalize the logistics for Jerk Slow. Entrepreneurship is often romanticized, but the reality is 100% about the "drum." We found Kev at a car wash, not cleaning a vehicle, but scouring an oil drum that would serve as the heart of his smoker. This is the authentic side of the food industry—preparing the equipment with military precision before the first piece of meat ever touches the flame. We discussed the immense pressure of the "250,000-person invitation." Kev hasn't slept in two weeks, perfecting a jerk sauce that he hopes will bring the spirit of Kingston to the streets of Derby. The challenges are numerous: securing insurance, maintaining food hygiene ratings, and navigating the council’s road closures which have previously hurt local businesses for months. We settled on a strategy—prioritize the meat seasoning by Wednesday, organize a ticket system to manage the inevitable queues, and lean into the "fluffy" vibe of the community. In Kev’s lexicon, "fluffy" refers to the bigger girls of the neighborhood, and he’s determined to make sure everyone leaves satisfied. The Mystery of the Underground Air Raid Shelter A neighbor’s tip-off added a surreal layer to the afternoon: the possibility of a hidden World War II Air Raid Shelter buried on my property. This sent us into the bushes with a shovel and a sense of childlike wonder. While our initial excavation only yielded worms and a "super rock," the prospect of finding a historical anomaly beneath the garden is too enticing to ignore. I’ve put out a call for a GPR Survey (Ground Penetrating Radar) specialist. This isn't just about finding a bunker; it's about uncovering the layers of history that exist just a few feet below our daily lives. Finding a structure that once protected families from falling bombs would be the ultimate addition to a home that I already want to be anything but ordinary. Achievement and the Speed of the Kawasaki H2 The day concluded with a moment of high-stakes academic pressure: the Motorbike Theory Test. Despite failing it eight years ago and skipping formal revision this time, I leaned on a decade of road experience. The hazard perception part is a psychological game—clicking the mouse at the exact moment a deer appears at the roadside without clicking too often and being flagged for cheating. I walked away with a pass, scoring 44 out of 50 on multiple choice and 59 on hazard perception. This is the golden ticket toward my ultimate goal: the Kawasaki H2. As the fastest road-legal bike in the UK, it represents the pinnacle of engineering and risk. The lesson learned throughout this day of side quests is simple: whether you are digging for bunkers, seasoning jerk pork, or passing tests, success comes from showing up and refusing to be intimidated by the chaos. The path to the Isle of Man TT course starts with a single piece of paper and the willingness to look a little foolish along the way.