Crossed a few jobs off the list today: painted a wall, got the DSTV fixed, organised the piano tuner to come and… well… can you guess?
I’m sure that there was something else as well. Oh yes, had a statement taken from me by the local police about a burglary down the road (I didn’t do it, but I did help catch the guys who did).
Nothing massive then, but sometimes it’s good to clear one’s mind of these menial tasks and so it’s free to concentrate on the important stuff, like writing blog posts and making plans for the weekend (more of that later).
And now I am watching a really brutal stage of the Tour de France. Some ridiculous gradients.
Not only is the scenery beautiful, it’s always nice to watch some cyclists suffering.
Drug-taking. It’s all the rage in France at the moment. A number of fairly famous drug-takers are cycling around the country in their annual tour, and weirdly, people still want to watch them doing it.
People can be odd.
Best way to watch EPO-fuelled bike riding? Helicopter.
Helicopter times 3, in fact. With drunk pilots.
OK, so clearly, those pilots aren’t drunk. That was a slur against them and their profession in exactly the same way that saying the cyclists are cheating wasn’t. Those circling manoeuvres, avoiding each other and any surrounding buildings and countryside are the perfect way to film the race.
What would you do if someone lent you the road bike that Bradley Wiggins won the 2012 Tour de France on? Run some red lights in Kalk Bay? Terrorise locals on Sea Point Prom? Or take it out for a quick spin around some really road bike unfriendly places in the UK, like Martyn Ashton does?
Much like Danny MacAskill’s Way Back Home (featured here back in August), I’m amazed at the abilities on show. And this is on a £10,000 carbon fibre road bike.
For those interested, the music is Sound of Guns “Sometimes”. And for a little bit of 6000 trivia, I’ve run across the lake featured at 3:35. I can also turn water into beer, given a few weeks and some rudimentary brewing equipment.