I like the comment from gravelly voiced actor Willem Dafoe who appeared in, ‘The Fault in Our Stars,’ The Grand Budapest Hotel, The Great Wall, Murder on the Orient Express, The Florida Project, Aquaman, The Lighthouse, and many others. It's what we need now ... and every day.
No man is an island, Entire of itself, Every man is a piece of the continent, A part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less. As well as if a promontory were. As well as if a manor of thy friend’s Or of thine own were: Any man’s death diminishes me, Because I am involved in mankind, And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Congratulations to Richie Porte - third overall in Le Tour 2020. Amazing cyclist. It took me back to Paris, 2003, standing in the press area at the finish on the Champs-Élysées witnessing the battle for the Green Jersey between Baden Cooke and Robbie McEwen. The Frenchman, Nazon won the final stage followed by Baden and then Robbie. Baden’s win gave him the Green Jersey. My attention was directed to this familiar figure in the VIP box, one of my favourite comedians - Robin Wi
The final lap of the Men’s Cycling Road Race at the Sydney Olympics holds another chaotic canine incident. The crowds thinned towards the end of the event in Queens Park. Standing for hours on a warm spring day required more stamina than many could manage. Only the faithful clung to the barricades as the cream of mens’ world cycling rose to the top. Exhausted bodies on bikes scattered around the circuit, ground their way to the finish. Some spectators headed for local shops.
… well thirty kilometres around Paris before the Peloton arrived. La Randonnée Du Centenaire was a special event created to celebrate the year of the Centenary of Le Tour. 10,000 cyclists gathered before sunrise and cycled the circuit the Tour riders rode later in the final stage. The greatest challenge was not the uphill leg, bumping over the cobblestones on the Champs-Élysées, or the presence of traffic – the road was closed, but the bike. I spent as much time off the rente
It’s been twenty years and the memory still haunts me. My responsibility as a volunteer and supervisor for the Men’s Cycling Road Race during the Sydney Olympics was to ensure safety for the cyclists and spectators. Before the start, I approached onlookers with dogs and asked them, respectfully, to hold their dogs when the peloton approached. My crew were in position along the kilometre stretch of Queens Park Rd, and I decided to patrol the base of the steep descent into the