So I did the Argus yesterday and no, I did not really enjoy it. I never
train for the event, preferring to dust my bike off the day before the
event, loan a helmet and gloves and enjoy the event for what I believe it
should always be, a leisurely ride around the peninsula. Sweeping sea views
at Chappies were not to be this year, as I rocked up at the Noordhoek side
of the pass, to be told that I was five minutes late and would be 'swept'
off the course. So I'm a crap rider, yes. And they still have my bike, so if
anybody reads this, please call David Bellairs from Pedal Power and ask him
where I can collect my bike.
If I do look at the positives, a blonde girl writing matric this year seemed
to see the goodness in me at Smitswinkel Bay. Note to self: the Two Oceans
Half Marathon is a far better event to meet and chat to fresh women.
Firstly, it is hard to gauge if a woman cyclist is hot, because her
sunglasses and helmet could make her look like Tanit Pheonix when in fact
she looks like Patricia De Lille. Also, black cycling tights are forgiving
to even the biggest pair of thunder thighs. Lastly, cycling requires lots
more concentration than running. And a female runner can't conceal her bits
as a cyclist can, so when I line up at the half marathon on April 3 I hope
to see a lot more women on the route. One thing I must make mention, I had
two back massages while taking water breaks yesterday, the masseuses are
waspy first year physiotherapy students at UCT, so enjoyed the rubs while
harbouring all sorts of fantasies about threesomes behind the Bar-One stop
at Kommetjie!
So that's me for the moment. Have two big weddings this week and will revert
with a few war stories later in the week.
maurice
