The annual Cape Argus Pick n Pay Cycle Tour is here in Cape Town once again. Each March, the largest timed cycling event in the world effectively paralyses the city for the day and increases the square metres of lycra to local population ratio far beyond safe limits.
So why do I love it so much?
For the two weeks (although this is now stretching towards a month) prior to the event, cyclists in the city are apparently permitted to ignore any traffic rules. Extra points are given for going through red lights and causing accidents, which are then blamed on anyone sitting in something with an engine (and helpfully, with insurance too).
On the actual day, residents of the city get woken up by the television helicopters flying the route from 6.15 in the morning. On a Sunday. Thanks.
It’s a wonderful day out there today, but can I take my boy to the beach? No, I can’t – because all the roads are closed.
Better not have a heart attack today if you live on the route. Getting an ambulance to you will probably take a bit too long. Anyway, it’s far more important that some poorly-prepared 55 year old from Bloemfontein gets to the local cardiac care unit first, because he has a bike and is wearing lycra.
For the next three months, we have to endure people talking about how they went “sub four” and what a struggle it was in the wind. Then, for the nine months following that, we have to endure people talking about how they’re going to go “sub four” and that they hope it’s not windy.
“Come now, 6000” some people say. “It’s just one day of the year!”
And they’re nearly right. They just missed a bit: It’s just one day of the year TOO MANY!
I’ve always admired Shakira. Anyone who can come out with the lines
Lucky that my breasts are small and humble So you don’t confuse them with mountains Lucky I have strong legs like my mother
and manage to keep a straight face deserves some modicum of respect. Especially if you’ve seen her mum’s legs.
However, as VH1 played her 2005 hit La Tortura this morning, my son decided that it was time to play with his latest favourite toy: the vacuum cleaner. Thus, with 1400W of Hoover belting away barely 2 feet in front of the telly drowning out her vocal efforts, I was treated to a solely visual performance of the La Tortura video, during which Ms Shakira spills a fair amount of oil over herself (something she probably couldn’t afford to do these days), chops some onions up for a nice casserole and demonstrates the six principles of pilates. Several times over.
I advise you to watch the following video with the sound muted. If you’re from New Zealand, you will particularly appreciate the moment at around 2:17 when she starts doing the Haka. If you’re from anywhere else, there are still several other humble mountain moments to admire.
Welcome to visitors from the 2008 SA Blog Awards site. If you like what you see (and why wouldn’t you?) then it’s in everyone’s interests that you subscribe to the 6000 miles… RSS feed here.
Yes folks, in a show of democracy which would make Vladimir Putin blush and Robert Mugabe quake in his Z$116 billion boots, voting is underway in the 2008 SA Blog Awards. It’s like Barack versus Hillary, but without the racial tension. Which is a first for SA.
Thanks to your nominations, 6000 miles… has been shortlisted in four categories:
The organisers (whom I think are great, by the way) have provided the shortlistees with suitably ostentatious images like the one above to promote our blogs during the voting process. All you have to do to vote for your favourite blog (er… this one) is to click the image above, scroll down to the bottom of the page and enter your email address and the anti-spam code.
The organisers will then send you an email with a link to confirm your vote.
One vote per email address.
It couldn’t be simpler – unless I did it for you. In itself, that isn’t a bad idea but would surely flout the contest rules and the general sporting behaviour for which I am famed when not on a football pitch.
AHEM! You appear to still be here. Shouldn’t you be elsewhere voting by now?
We had a minor break-in at our house on Thursday, which capped a completely crap week off just perfectly (hence the lack of blogging). I don’t really want to go into it, but suffice to say that it really was the final icing on the coffin which broke the camels back.
So it was nice to take advantage of the stunning weekend weather to take the boy up for a run on the local school field. We sat there for a while, enjoying the view and eating jelly and custard in somewhat sombre introspection*. Then the sprinklers came on and he made a dash for it.
20 minutes later we returned home, both soaking wet but still somehow covered in an implausible amount of custard.
It’s amazing how one little thing can swing your whole mood around. It was a reminder that whatever bad things life throws at you, watching your 2 year old son giggling uncontrollably as you both succumb to several hundred litres of high pressure water can sort all your woes out…
* I did anyway. He sat there eating jelly and custard via osmosis.