Sunday Bloody Sunday

This year, like every year before it there will be one Sunday where you can mostly remember, from every year what you did. This is the Argus Sunday, the cycle tour. I am such an avid fan of cyclists, I love them, bless.

Kidding. I hate them, absolutely despise (people with cars will agree). They have this way of being worse at road ownership than BMW drivers (Renowned for egotistical driving). This is how it goes, you put out your stupid cyclist hand to turn and all traffic will stop, don’t worry about the person who just almost knocked you off your bike, swear at them and  peddle off into the sunset. Or why don’t you bunch off assholes all ride together and see how many of you it takes to take up the entire road, so no one can safely get past you… single file buddy!

Breathe… count to ten. And now! They have their annual asshole meeting,  and they flood the city with their evil bikes, and take all the space at the Vida in Camps bay! Go home! Sunday comes and Cape town is constipated, you can not go anywhere, because the entire city all around the big ass mountain is squared off for them, perfect. Plus to add insult to injury, no Olympia Sunday… Can you see me, weight distributed to one leg, standing tapping my foot.

So for this year’s great escape, I think I’ll head in the general direction of the winelands. Go ride out the heat wave in a pool between the vines, before I knock a wanna be lance off his horse.

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I'm a morning person, love tea, love my dogs, fresh air and lots of space. I don't get angry very easily, but I stay angry for a long time when I do. I take everything personally, as I am a person. I like to think and listen to other people, I need to know about things. I love and wine, my friends, and food. The weirdness of me. I love shoes. Reading is good, smoking is not, but I enjoy both. I wish I was a warm summer day with thunderstorms and soft rain that makes the air cling to your skin. I like kissing, ice cream, and chilli'S. I love to play pretend, dance and sing to 80's music, and imagine I can play a sport and own a yaght. the end-ish. just a little.

7 thoughts on “Sunday Bloody Sunday

  1. As you have mentioned in your post – it is ONE Sunday in the year. A few of my family members take part in the Argus. They live in Cape Town. Through out the year they have the perseverance to exercise for this annual event and to do it with pride. That goes for all the “bunch of assholes” that takes part in it!
    It is also good for the economy of Cape Town. People flock to the city from all over the world. Hotels and guesthouses are fully booked. When I use to waiter a couple of years ago this was a great time to make an extra buck!
    If this is too much for your little Sunday routine, to give it up one Sunday out of the 52 a year, then perhaps you should just stay in the vines!

  2. Wow jump on the bandwagon of cycle haters! Bet you’re a fat couch potato and have done nothing your whole life but sit in front of the TV, eat at all the “be seen” restaurants, drink your self into a coma at all the “be seen” clubs and generally live a pretty meaningless life…

    The cycle tour is a Cape Town tradition that brings tens of thousands of tourists into the city but I bet you wouldn’t see it that way.

    Get over yourself and get a flippen life!

  3. Wow, thick would be an understatement… it is actually not a matter of pissing people off. More like in awe and a disappointment that there are actually people out there that think like you.
    You should rather not have access to the internet.

  4. I think everyone needs to chill out. If you read the tone of Celest’s post you would realize (the clever people among us at least) that it is, indeed, in jest.

    So all you cycle lovers… chill. The jokes on you 😉

    @Cruton – When you meet Celest you will be blown away… into the weeds… There is nothing Couch or Potato about her.

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