I don’t know about you but I often wonder what motivates someone to go out and watch something like the 94.7 Cycle Challenge?
Taking part makes sense. The idea of cycling down the M1 motorway this morning, crossing the Nelson Mandela bridge, past the zoo, through Randburg and along the N14 back to the start, is an adventure of note.
Fetching and carrying someone you care about makes sense too, as does cheering them along with …. how many thousands of other cyclists?
Maybe it’s the possibility of seeing some drama, someone falling off perhaps—just like the attraction of Formula 1 and the risk of a crash?
It could also have something to do with all those people with er … very little on. Nothing quite like a lean, fit, tanned individual in some real colourful cycling gear.
Then again there are also those who shouldn’t be allowed to wear that sort of gear in public. A couple of years ago doing an Argus Cycle tour myself I was astonished to find out that over 50% of all participants were clinically overweight.
But how do you explain those thousands of people who set themselves up with their chairs and the braai’s; who for want of a better phrase ’park off’ on the side of the road to watch the Cycle Challenge go by?
Perhaps it has something with absorbing the passion, the fun, the hard work, the commitment, the risk, the pain, the sweat and the tears?
Being part of something marvellous?
That’s the thing with human endeavour—you can never keep it all to yourself.
Ask anyone who has faced a challenge and triumphed.
Got a medal for participating or set a new world record.
Who was inspired by someone who climbed a mountain and couldn’t see, swam a race and couldn’t walk, rode a bike without hearing.
Have a great week.