why bother?
I've been sitting here now for a while contemplating this whole blog thing. Am I having a lend of my self if I think I have something worth saying? Probably, yet, the net has turned into something of a passive experience for me. You know, look at stuff, download or buy stuff and move on. Not exactly adding to the sum of human experience. So here we go with a little blog of our own. Adding to the speed humps on the good old information super highway!
What is this blog about and all of that?
Partly it's inspired by the title, a line from a song that has kept me going for over twenty years, one that can still raise bumps on the bac of the neck, and make me glad to be alive. If you don't recognise the reference, to bad. So sad. Never mind.
Will I talk about politics, yep, sport, maybe, music, probably, the colour of the fluff in my navel, more than likely!
Been watching some cycling over the last few days, Tour Downunder to be precise. Each of the last four days was over 40 C, I have nothing but admiration for these guys. It hurts badly enough chugging around for my usual 15 or so k's in good conditions, but 150k's in that heat!
I can't begin to fathom where that level of strength comes from, but to see it in close up, is inspiring. Maybe that is one of the motivations for doing this? Don't know.
Check it out sometime.
This is what I mean.
This is my pic. Feel free to borrow it, but if you do, remember me won't you.
What is this blog about and all of that?
Partly it's inspired by the title, a line from a song that has kept me going for over twenty years, one that can still raise bumps on the bac of the neck, and make me glad to be alive. If you don't recognise the reference, to bad. So sad. Never mind.
Will I talk about politics, yep, sport, maybe, music, probably, the colour of the fluff in my navel, more than likely!
Been watching some cycling over the last few days, Tour Downunder to be precise. Each of the last four days was over 40 C, I have nothing but admiration for these guys. It hurts badly enough chugging around for my usual 15 or so k's in good conditions, but 150k's in that heat!
I can't begin to fathom where that level of strength comes from, but to see it in close up, is inspiring. Maybe that is one of the motivations for doing this? Don't know.
As a sport cycling intrigues me, sort of Communism in Lycra. An individual sport that can only operate as a contributory collective. Each member of the team supports the others. The Domestiques bury themselves so that the Sprinter can take a stage, carry water bottles back and forwards and give each other wheels or whole bikes. Then it gets even more intriguing when members of opposing teams unite in the Break or to pull the Pellaton (or how ever the hell you spell it) back to a break, then at the last moment all hell breaks loose as they dive at the line. There is nothing more terrifying in any sport than a big bunch sprint coming at the line. Eight or more aggressive guys fighting (elbows and headbutts happen regularly) at over 70kmh, 40mph for those of us still using 19th century measurements!
Check it out sometime.
This is what I mean.
This is my pic. Feel free to borrow it, but if you do, remember me won't you.
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