Well done to all the Argus finishers, and even some who rode all the way round, then stopped in Camps Bay, had food and beer and then decided not to finish...all good.What's with the wind howling on an Argus Sunday and not a breath of wind on the preceeding Sat or the folowing Monday? 2 years in a row that has been the story with the second Sunday in March, and both races have been cleaned up by the Medscheme boys from up country, to nobody's surprise. Like Lance was gonna beat Malcolm in a sprint...whatever.
Quite frankly I'm relieved he has left. Great champion that he is, or rather was, but enough is enough. Geez, we are pathetic in our groupie-ness in South Africa. Anyone remotely international comes out here and we flock and salavate to see the person in flesh. People riding one direction, turn their ride plans upside down, do an about turn and sprint up the road, so they can tell people they rode with Lance Armstrong. In my book, not having a chat and a laugh and sucking wheel staring at someone's arse for 30km doesn't quite crack it (pardon the pun) to qualify as a great ride, even if it is staring at the arse who buried many great riders on the steep Cols in his hay-day. Come on people, have some self respect.
When I bowled to Sachin Tendulkar, I didn't bowl the ball, salivate on the pitch, stare at him like I wanted to get a room and them bewilderdly make my way back to my run-up. Great that he is, he is still just a person, not different from all the others in the world. Respect him for his ability, but I just feel we got into God mode here with Lance and worshipped him a littl bit too intently. Use it, don't use it, just an opinion. Maybe when Contador tidies up Lance and his 3rd TDF people will stop with all that silliness.
My diohorrea all weak didn't help my confidence going into the race and I would have been happy to ride over lots of glass and puncture near the start and just go home, but it wasn't to be. I again wanted to get off my bike at the top of edinburgh drive, Boyes drive, Simon's Town, all the way to Chapman's Peak, which was where I found some fluidity and good legs and got going. I had plenty at the end and didn't even line the sprint up and still came tenth. It's such a laugh that that is where I finished, as was never at any point remotely interested in racing or where I came, but felt obligated to ride it as had bailed the year before in the howling gale. It hopefully annoys a lot of the more serious cyclists that I got a top ten placing and they didn't. I giggle every time I think about it..
The Saturday leg loosener ride was perhaps even more dangerous than the event itself, and cannot believe some people didn't get wiped out on the roads with the stupid things I saw taking place and the amount of cyclists that were out and about along the Atlantic Seaboard. Maybe there were some casulalties, as saw a few ambulances screaming by whilst I sipped my Cappuccino at Vida in Camps Bay...
Monday, March 15, 2010
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Roger Longstaff & The Japanese Camera Crew
Moving house is probably one of the most stressful things one can embark apon. It's not only the realisation, that in fact you have become the world's biggest hoarder, without breaking a sweat and without even knowing you were doing it so efficiently. It also looks like you will only need to make a couple of trips, then all of a sudden, 5 trips later you have half moved, it's unreal. Another thing one gets to do is re-buy all the essential household things. Cleaning product, cloths, sponges, dishwashing liquid, etc, which is a real pain.
I have now moved from the seagull infested suburb of Sea Point, to the tranquil existence of Hout Bay, which seems to be on another planet in comparisson. At night, not a sound, which makes a change from the ever present street corner "bergie" experience of " Jou Ma se p&*!" and the roar of cars up and down the road and the dominance of Police sirens at all hours of the morning. I'm a bad sleeper at the best of times. I still can't sleep, it's too quiet. Perhaps I'll become used to it and then get my "log-like" sleep sessions back, like I used to have prior to the SADF ruined it for me.
The other thing is that whenever I ride anywhere it's straight up a hill. Not that I mind hills all that much, but it always helps when you have warmed up a bit, especially at my age. Suikerbossie isn't that fab first up, with cold legs.
We had a rip roaring party for my team mate Keith's 42nd Birthday last weekend and I may have destroyed every bit of training I had done on my bike since June in one evening, great fun. The party will be remembered for numerous reasons, none more than Russell now being re-named Bambi. Keith's ridiculous Hugh Grant in Love Actaully dance moves & Dave's (aka Roger Longstaff, the new RBS Team Mechanic) emergence as a stud of note. The theme song for the rest of the year will be Bob Sinclair's La La Song, and the realisation too that our team manager only wants the best for her boys on the race team. Totally groovy party. I also now know that Tequila has a marvellous influence on me, I just can't remember what it is.
I have also entered the Engen Dynamic Challenge race which is a seeding race for the Argus, not that thats too essential, but it is a provincial Classic, so the racing should be decent. There is a slight climb after about 40km, but the field's contenders should stay together over there and to the finish where there is a downhill sprint. Just gonna try and get some legs back for the Amashovashova, as I feel my bike form has disappeared. My favourite race of the year and a chance to watch th Sharks play at home and see my old buddy, Marco Conte. Marco will decribe often, with total disgust, how I used to clean him up at 100m hurdles at St. Peter's Prep School, an event he rated himself at, so much so, that he continued it seriously throughout high school. He did only go to Kearsney College and St. Andrew's, so the athletics standard wasn't obviously very high. He hasn't ever gotten over those pubescent days of inevitable defeat and humiliation.
It should be a fun time and I always look forward to going to Durban to race, something very vibey about KZN which appeals to me.
Well done to the Kiwi's for beating the miserable Pakis. Grant Elliott you little beauty, you remembered everything I taught you in Holland. I also love it when Pakistan lose, because when they win, they win badly. Then there's much over exhuberance and showiness. Bigger than the game type behaviour. It belies the very nature of their virtues and cultures they profess to hold so dear to their hearts...the growing of ridiculous sized beards, peace loving and apparently God fearing. They could almost fit in in Noordhoek or Kommetjie. As for Afridi, don't get me started. Boom Boom indeed. Did he actually kill Bob Woolmer, or was that a malicious rumour someone started?
Pity about the final though, tough blow losing so many players of the quality of Oram, Vettori & Ryder for the one Day game anyway. Not sure about Ryders physique, he may be mates with Graeme Smith and follow the same diet.
Just another note on the Proteas. 3 Senior players, 4 weeks from the start of the Champions Trophy were seen out drinking and engaging in all night socialising on a Wednesday, then the Thursday and finally at HQ on the Friday in Cape Town. No wonder they were Dog Shit in the tournament, thats the sort of preparation I expect from myself, not proper cricketers, representing proper cricket countries....
I have now moved from the seagull infested suburb of Sea Point, to the tranquil existence of Hout Bay, which seems to be on another planet in comparisson. At night, not a sound, which makes a change from the ever present street corner "bergie" experience of " Jou Ma se p&*!" and the roar of cars up and down the road and the dominance of Police sirens at all hours of the morning. I'm a bad sleeper at the best of times. I still can't sleep, it's too quiet. Perhaps I'll become used to it and then get my "log-like" sleep sessions back, like I used to have prior to the SADF ruined it for me.
The other thing is that whenever I ride anywhere it's straight up a hill. Not that I mind hills all that much, but it always helps when you have warmed up a bit, especially at my age. Suikerbossie isn't that fab first up, with cold legs.
We had a rip roaring party for my team mate Keith's 42nd Birthday last weekend and I may have destroyed every bit of training I had done on my bike since June in one evening, great fun. The party will be remembered for numerous reasons, none more than Russell now being re-named Bambi. Keith's ridiculous Hugh Grant in Love Actaully dance moves & Dave's (aka Roger Longstaff, the new RBS Team Mechanic) emergence as a stud of note. The theme song for the rest of the year will be Bob Sinclair's La La Song, and the realisation too that our team manager only wants the best for her boys on the race team. Totally groovy party. I also now know that Tequila has a marvellous influence on me, I just can't remember what it is.
I have also entered the Engen Dynamic Challenge race which is a seeding race for the Argus, not that thats too essential, but it is a provincial Classic, so the racing should be decent. There is a slight climb after about 40km, but the field's contenders should stay together over there and to the finish where there is a downhill sprint. Just gonna try and get some legs back for the Amashovashova, as I feel my bike form has disappeared. My favourite race of the year and a chance to watch th Sharks play at home and see my old buddy, Marco Conte. Marco will decribe often, with total disgust, how I used to clean him up at 100m hurdles at St. Peter's Prep School, an event he rated himself at, so much so, that he continued it seriously throughout high school. He did only go to Kearsney College and St. Andrew's, so the athletics standard wasn't obviously very high. He hasn't ever gotten over those pubescent days of inevitable defeat and humiliation.
It should be a fun time and I always look forward to going to Durban to race, something very vibey about KZN which appeals to me.
Well done to the Kiwi's for beating the miserable Pakis. Grant Elliott you little beauty, you remembered everything I taught you in Holland. I also love it when Pakistan lose, because when they win, they win badly. Then there's much over exhuberance and showiness. Bigger than the game type behaviour. It belies the very nature of their virtues and cultures they profess to hold so dear to their hearts...the growing of ridiculous sized beards, peace loving and apparently God fearing. They could almost fit in in Noordhoek or Kommetjie. As for Afridi, don't get me started. Boom Boom indeed. Did he actually kill Bob Woolmer, or was that a malicious rumour someone started?
Pity about the final though, tough blow losing so many players of the quality of Oram, Vettori & Ryder for the one Day game anyway. Not sure about Ryders physique, he may be mates with Graeme Smith and follow the same diet.
Just another note on the Proteas. 3 Senior players, 4 weeks from the start of the Champions Trophy were seen out drinking and engaging in all night socialising on a Wednesday, then the Thursday and finally at HQ on the Friday in Cape Town. No wonder they were Dog Shit in the tournament, thats the sort of preparation I expect from myself, not proper cricketers, representing proper cricket countries....
Thursday, October 1, 2009
The summer is here...the Proteas are not!
So, I guess summer has arrived in the mother City, as there is no shortage of high velocity wind abounding out of the South East, tired of it already. Probably about as tired as I am of watching the Proteas trip and stumble their way around tournaments, whenever they are touted as favourites, which isn't as often as a Blue Moon. So much for standing side by side with the man in the melon hat and banging the boards to support our boys play and watch the enemy being humbled...(Standard bank needs to redo there wording of that advert, and as for the slogan "moving forward", all the Proteas have done is regress)
As far as I'm concerned, it started as early as day one, when Graeme Smith won the toss and elected to bowl...what? I was always taught, when you win the toss, nine out of ten times you bat first, the tenth time, you think about it, then bat. It is totally exaserbated by the mere fact that SA hadn't played competitive cricket for 4 months, something you can only pull off successfully if you're playing League Cricket in Holland. Funny, but true.
Mark Lifman may have not been found guilty of "playing around" with under age kids, but when the Proteas play like under aged kids, someone has to be found guilty. It's all cool to talk the talk, of brave cricket and doing the basics right, but if you fail to produce the trophies for the cabinet, then someone has to be accountable after the umteenth time of doing so. In my opinion, there are no accountable people in South African cricket, from Smith, Arthur, all the way to the fitness trainer and Gerald Majola. Vince Barnes, heard of him? He is the bowling coach. Long have I moaned that he is not qualified, just in terms of not being a good enough bowler when he played, and also that South African bowlers seem to get the same things wrong day in and day out. Wayne Parnell took wickets, so too Dale Steyn, on occasion, but for the rest, what a load of horse shit. Too many of the "nearly made it's" go and play cricket abroad to make a living, knowing that the procedure here for selection is unjust, and good for them (I did exactly the same). Our depth has, as a result, suffered severe losses. There is no accountability and there's nobody knocking on the door. There is too much comfort and we all know that the best way to get results is through pressure and feeling like you need to perform to keep your place. Long has it been known that due to the selection protocol within South African teams, key players, in positions of power, care only about their pay cheques and not really about results. It is with this in mind, that when I received an sms from Herschelle Gibbs after the loss to Pakistan in the World Cup T20, he said he was so "f*@ked off", which truely surprised me.
The arrogance in how thay have presented themselves publicly on many occassions, leaves one wondering who they think they have become. Tom Cruise? Certainly not, he at least looks fit, albeit short. They always say, shorter people make the best batters. Bradman, Tendulkar, Ponting, Gavaskar.
Don't even get me started on the rotund shape of these players. A few kilo's here and there may have been lost over the winter, but the only two who look like athletes are Johan Botha and Herschelle Gibbs. Wayne Parnell and Dale Steyn to a degree, but they are still young and should have no body fat yet anyway. Give them a couple of years under Graeme Smith's dietry regime and watch them bloom. To me, the fitness trainer should have more of an influence on the cricketers, although at this level, players should take pride in being fit and athletic, as they represent the country, in their cricket and their physical appearance. So far not a good example by a few larger members of the team.
My idea would be to dock players financially for every point they are over a certain Body Mass Index (BMI). That way, they would eat, drink and make merry at their own expense. It would soon lead to South Africa having the leanest, meanest cricket team on the planet. They are professional athletes and they should look and act the part, and I am convinced that there would be fewer examples of cramping and fatigue if this were the case.
Get these over-weight Miami fatties on bicycles, is my call, and I mentioned that to the former Physio, Shane Jabaar, but it seems there is too much at stake and far to much red tape to get that idea implemented. Laziness, over confidence and comfort have all led the Proteas to talk a good game and not be able to deliver on their rather verbose statements when it comes down to the nitty gritty. I also can't fathom why in the name of the "Death Star", do SABC 3 Sport invite a studio guest such as Clare Cowan (I think) to pass her comments on ANY cricket match, let alone an international best seller. It's not that I don't value what a woman has to say about a cricket game, (except Cass Naidoo) I just don't value what a woman has to say about a cricket game, when a South African Professional, who has actually played a game of competitive cricket on this level, could get to do the same...properly. Is SABC Sport run by Leonard Chuene? Or is it Danny Jordaan...hard to keep track of all the inept twits in charge of sporting codes these days.
As far as I'm concerned, it started as early as day one, when Graeme Smith won the toss and elected to bowl...what? I was always taught, when you win the toss, nine out of ten times you bat first, the tenth time, you think about it, then bat. It is totally exaserbated by the mere fact that SA hadn't played competitive cricket for 4 months, something you can only pull off successfully if you're playing League Cricket in Holland. Funny, but true.
Mark Lifman may have not been found guilty of "playing around" with under age kids, but when the Proteas play like under aged kids, someone has to be found guilty. It's all cool to talk the talk, of brave cricket and doing the basics right, but if you fail to produce the trophies for the cabinet, then someone has to be accountable after the umteenth time of doing so. In my opinion, there are no accountable people in South African cricket, from Smith, Arthur, all the way to the fitness trainer and Gerald Majola. Vince Barnes, heard of him? He is the bowling coach. Long have I moaned that he is not qualified, just in terms of not being a good enough bowler when he played, and also that South African bowlers seem to get the same things wrong day in and day out. Wayne Parnell took wickets, so too Dale Steyn, on occasion, but for the rest, what a load of horse shit. Too many of the "nearly made it's" go and play cricket abroad to make a living, knowing that the procedure here for selection is unjust, and good for them (I did exactly the same). Our depth has, as a result, suffered severe losses. There is no accountability and there's nobody knocking on the door. There is too much comfort and we all know that the best way to get results is through pressure and feeling like you need to perform to keep your place. Long has it been known that due to the selection protocol within South African teams, key players, in positions of power, care only about their pay cheques and not really about results. It is with this in mind, that when I received an sms from Herschelle Gibbs after the loss to Pakistan in the World Cup T20, he said he was so "f*@ked off", which truely surprised me.
The arrogance in how thay have presented themselves publicly on many occassions, leaves one wondering who they think they have become. Tom Cruise? Certainly not, he at least looks fit, albeit short. They always say, shorter people make the best batters. Bradman, Tendulkar, Ponting, Gavaskar.
Don't even get me started on the rotund shape of these players. A few kilo's here and there may have been lost over the winter, but the only two who look like athletes are Johan Botha and Herschelle Gibbs. Wayne Parnell and Dale Steyn to a degree, but they are still young and should have no body fat yet anyway. Give them a couple of years under Graeme Smith's dietry regime and watch them bloom. To me, the fitness trainer should have more of an influence on the cricketers, although at this level, players should take pride in being fit and athletic, as they represent the country, in their cricket and their physical appearance. So far not a good example by a few larger members of the team.
My idea would be to dock players financially for every point they are over a certain Body Mass Index (BMI). That way, they would eat, drink and make merry at their own expense. It would soon lead to South Africa having the leanest, meanest cricket team on the planet. They are professional athletes and they should look and act the part, and I am convinced that there would be fewer examples of cramping and fatigue if this were the case.
Get these over-weight Miami fatties on bicycles, is my call, and I mentioned that to the former Physio, Shane Jabaar, but it seems there is too much at stake and far to much red tape to get that idea implemented. Laziness, over confidence and comfort have all led the Proteas to talk a good game and not be able to deliver on their rather verbose statements when it comes down to the nitty gritty. I also can't fathom why in the name of the "Death Star", do SABC 3 Sport invite a studio guest such as Clare Cowan (I think) to pass her comments on ANY cricket match, let alone an international best seller. It's not that I don't value what a woman has to say about a cricket game, (except Cass Naidoo) I just don't value what a woman has to say about a cricket game, when a South African Professional, who has actually played a game of competitive cricket on this level, could get to do the same...properly. Is SABC Sport run by Leonard Chuene? Or is it Danny Jordaan...hard to keep track of all the inept twits in charge of sporting codes these days.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
3 Funerals...but no weddings.
Julius Malema, Kanye West and Serena Williams are my new favourite three and have just won a paid up holiday for themselves to my Infectous Island. Julius, just cos he is the definitive idiot and had another brace of bad publicity, apparently taunting and assaulting a neighbour, during a shindig he was holding at his Sandton home, and the other two for their part in the folly which was the MTV music award ceremomy and the US Open Semi Final respectively. Disgraceful.
One league race under the belt and already controvesy abounds and funnily enough it involves the same group of cyclists all of last seasons controvesy and ill tempered outbursts came from, formally Sotherby's Vets team. It's amazing how this group of individuals manage to attract so much negative exposure for themselves and through their ridiculously impetuos and child-like behaviour, have become the village idiots of vets Cycling in the Western Cape. Shame. Like attracts like as far as I'm concerned. What an unpleasant lot.
Our RBS race team had a disasterous start, with one member not starting as he had a family emergency and two of the four who started had punctures, so has effectively ruled us out of the team competition on day one. The race itself was ok, with one section of dirt of about 1.8km, where the split in the bunch came. I led Keith out at the finish and he managed to sprint and get third place. I got about 6th or 7th, but by the time I got over the timing mats, was 17th. Same time as the front guys, so no matter. The hill climb on the 24th will decide the league, so hopefully we will have a good showing as a team.
I am travelling up the Knysna today to do some riding with 2 of my team mates, which incorporates a long weekend. The weather looks good on Windguru,so hopefully we will get in some mileage. My friend and Dutch National Cricketer Mauritz van Nierop tragically passed away a year ago this week and shall spare a thought for him on Heritage day. Hopefully there will be a couple of Weddings shortly to compliment all the funerals I have been to this month, 3 in all. Not a great stat.
Graeme Smith won the toss on a wicket which looked grass-less and could only help the spinners in the second innings (only Murali and Mendis) and still chose to bowl. I knew already South Africa was in trouble. Having not had any competitive cricket since May, the area which is most vulnerable to opponents is the bowling, and the match consistancy of line and length was sadly missing. After 9 overs, with Sri Lanka on 70/1 I had seen enough rubbish to warrant a game of beach bats on Camps Bay with my old friend Derek Lloyd. We played for 90 minutes and after being 2 stroke wonders to start, not being able to get anything going, the longest rally was 88 shots, 5 short of our 14 year record of 93. Not bad for a winter recess and no bats. Such a pity that we don't get to do that often like in the days of the 90's when we had nothing else to do between bar shifts and cricket practices.
One league race under the belt and already controvesy abounds and funnily enough it involves the same group of cyclists all of last seasons controvesy and ill tempered outbursts came from, formally Sotherby's Vets team. It's amazing how this group of individuals manage to attract so much negative exposure for themselves and through their ridiculously impetuos and child-like behaviour, have become the village idiots of vets Cycling in the Western Cape. Shame. Like attracts like as far as I'm concerned. What an unpleasant lot.
Our RBS race team had a disasterous start, with one member not starting as he had a family emergency and two of the four who started had punctures, so has effectively ruled us out of the team competition on day one. The race itself was ok, with one section of dirt of about 1.8km, where the split in the bunch came. I led Keith out at the finish and he managed to sprint and get third place. I got about 6th or 7th, but by the time I got over the timing mats, was 17th. Same time as the front guys, so no matter. The hill climb on the 24th will decide the league, so hopefully we will have a good showing as a team.
I am travelling up the Knysna today to do some riding with 2 of my team mates, which incorporates a long weekend. The weather looks good on Windguru,so hopefully we will get in some mileage. My friend and Dutch National Cricketer Mauritz van Nierop tragically passed away a year ago this week and shall spare a thought for him on Heritage day. Hopefully there will be a couple of Weddings shortly to compliment all the funerals I have been to this month, 3 in all. Not a great stat.
Graeme Smith won the toss on a wicket which looked grass-less and could only help the spinners in the second innings (only Murali and Mendis) and still chose to bowl. I knew already South Africa was in trouble. Having not had any competitive cricket since May, the area which is most vulnerable to opponents is the bowling, and the match consistancy of line and length was sadly missing. After 9 overs, with Sri Lanka on 70/1 I had seen enough rubbish to warrant a game of beach bats on Camps Bay with my old friend Derek Lloyd. We played for 90 minutes and after being 2 stroke wonders to start, not being able to get anything going, the longest rally was 88 shots, 5 short of our 14 year record of 93. Not bad for a winter recess and no bats. Such a pity that we don't get to do that often like in the days of the 90's when we had nothing else to do between bar shifts and cricket practices.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Island Of Infection
My very good friend Derek Lloyd lost his mother on Sunday after a short illness. My thoughts are with you my friend. What a year for you. What a couple of weeks for me, losing 3 people in my life whom I knew. Things happen in threes. The power of 3, lets hope it ends there. My condolences and best wishes in this time of sadness to Derek, Tammy and the immediate family.
Another South African leader in hot water over botched decision making, Leonard Cheune has become the latest fumbling fatality of ineptitude and short sightedness. Having been given the recommendation to not send Caster to the world athletics championships in Berlin, he firstly ignored the medical advice given to him by Dr. Adams, and secondly he is now trying to disassociate himself and ASA from any responsibility he had in making the decision. What a clown. Can they not send him, Malema, Winnie, Judge Motata and Shabir to the same island asylum, along with Pinky, The Brain and Brandon Huntley? They could then get Mark Bayly over there and film a reality TV sequel to Survivor South Africa part 2, with the winner getting permanent immunity from the infectious disease they all deserve, but remain on the island forever. Oh, a perfect world. To follow, a list of other island asylum candidates… there are so many.
In the most freakish event of the week, a drunken man in France fell asleep on a railway line and a high-speed train ran over him, missing him by 10cm above his body and 20cm on either side, he didn’t even wake up. When the train came to a stop some 200m down the tracks and he was awoken by the driver, he proceeded to give the driver the middle finger for waking him. He wasted his luck there for sure, missing out on a definite chance of winning the lotto.
If you steal a sim card from anyone at anytime, the lesson is clear, do not enter a “win a BMW competition”. Having sent in the region of 28000 sms’s to the competition, the man won the car, drove it across town to another dealership and instructed them to sell it on his behalf. The car was worth less than the sms’s cost, but was taken ownership by the municipality the thief worked for when they eventually cottoned on after the first bill was R72, 000. Maybe this guy should also go to Survivor Island with Mark and the gang.
The weather this week has played havoc with riding plans for those who haven’t done enough preparation for the Spring League, starting on Sunday in Worcester. Check out our facebook page for our racing team. Facebook pages, RBS Vets Racing Team. I will keep it updated with results, pics and reports over the next 6 months. Our team seems to be ready and keen to get going and looking forward to a hard race on Sunday. The wind may play a part and positioning when it does will be vital, as a break will probably get formed here. Daikin will be out to prove a point as to how strong they are, but the reports coming back are that most teams have put in a really fabulous effort to be strong. This improves the racing, makes it harder and sorts out the men from the boys, just how it should be.
With my chest infection easing its way outta my body slowly, and without mechanical problems, hope not to lose any time on competitors on Sunday before trying to take some back in the Hill Climb Time Trial on the 24th October.
Another South African leader in hot water over botched decision making, Leonard Cheune has become the latest fumbling fatality of ineptitude and short sightedness. Having been given the recommendation to not send Caster to the world athletics championships in Berlin, he firstly ignored the medical advice given to him by Dr. Adams, and secondly he is now trying to disassociate himself and ASA from any responsibility he had in making the decision. What a clown. Can they not send him, Malema, Winnie, Judge Motata and Shabir to the same island asylum, along with Pinky, The Brain and Brandon Huntley? They could then get Mark Bayly over there and film a reality TV sequel to Survivor South Africa part 2, with the winner getting permanent immunity from the infectious disease they all deserve, but remain on the island forever. Oh, a perfect world. To follow, a list of other island asylum candidates… there are so many.
In the most freakish event of the week, a drunken man in France fell asleep on a railway line and a high-speed train ran over him, missing him by 10cm above his body and 20cm on either side, he didn’t even wake up. When the train came to a stop some 200m down the tracks and he was awoken by the driver, he proceeded to give the driver the middle finger for waking him. He wasted his luck there for sure, missing out on a definite chance of winning the lotto.
If you steal a sim card from anyone at anytime, the lesson is clear, do not enter a “win a BMW competition”. Having sent in the region of 28000 sms’s to the competition, the man won the car, drove it across town to another dealership and instructed them to sell it on his behalf. The car was worth less than the sms’s cost, but was taken ownership by the municipality the thief worked for when they eventually cottoned on after the first bill was R72, 000. Maybe this guy should also go to Survivor Island with Mark and the gang.
The weather this week has played havoc with riding plans for those who haven’t done enough preparation for the Spring League, starting on Sunday in Worcester. Check out our facebook page for our racing team. Facebook pages, RBS Vets Racing Team. I will keep it updated with results, pics and reports over the next 6 months. Our team seems to be ready and keen to get going and looking forward to a hard race on Sunday. The wind may play a part and positioning when it does will be vital, as a break will probably get formed here. Daikin will be out to prove a point as to how strong they are, but the reports coming back are that most teams have put in a really fabulous effort to be strong. This improves the racing, makes it harder and sorts out the men from the boys, just how it should be.
With my chest infection easing its way outta my body slowly, and without mechanical problems, hope not to lose any time on competitors on Sunday before trying to take some back in the Hill Climb Time Trial on the 24th October.
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