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The Fast and the Furious movies are probably up there with the best car movies made in a very long time. An undercover cop (Brian) tries to infiltrate the street racing scene in order to crack a truck hijacking syndicate. There are a few things that we all can learn from the first of five movies.

1. You earn respect. You cannot take it.

In his first race, Brian, loses badly but wants the other racers to respect him. This does not work because respect is earned not taken. This is so true. It does not matter whether you are the boss or the person right at the bottom of the food chain, you cannot just take respect. Respect is earned over time.

2. When somebody you trust says something, at the very least follow it up.

Vince had a suspicion of Brian being a cop and Dom just ignored him and carried on with life. Vince was right and it hurt the group later in the movie. If someone you trust or someone who is very close to you says something, investigate it and evaluate the results for yourself.

3. Family first.

Family comes in different forms. For the street racing guys and girls – they were a family. No one could penetrate that family and there was AWLAYS room for family. This is very true in reality. Normal family certainly does not exist anymore so family has become a mix and match situation for loads of people. Your family are the people who are around you at all times, through good AND bad. Chances are your family are the ones who stick with you when things are bad. Keep them close and guard them because they guard you.

 

These are simple but vital lessons we can learn from Brian and the fast and furious cast of the first movie.

The second movie had a few lessons too. Watch for that right here soon…

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“3 darts is just too much!” – Ace Ventura

 

These immortal words were muttered moments before Ace collapses after being shot by 3 poisenous darts of a blood thirsty tribe whilst trying to solve a mystery.

 

For Ace it was 3 darts. For me it was 40 km of climbing ina cycling race that was just too much. The cycling race was the Battery Centre Midmar Notts 2012 cycle race. The race is held in the Kwazulu Natal midlands of South Africa. The road cycling race is 80 km in length and is one of the longest standing road races on the calendar. The race winds itself from Midmar dam to Notingham Road and beyond.

The weather was cool (unusual for this time of year) at the start. I was set to go off in the A batch but the plan was to ride with a friend, Lauren so dropped back into the C batch (ladies) to start with her. Normally you can start in a btach behind yours – not this one. I was questioned by a over zealous commissioner who obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. She told me that I was unable to start in this group because I would be holding the front ladies up and there is prize money involved so it is not allowed! WTF!! The ladies who heard this were smiling because they knew i was not a threat (as I did ).

I was told that  I had to go in the batch in front and wait for Lauren! What is the difference!!! Not one to argue, I politely questioned the reasoning behind the attitude, and once I knew that common sense would not prevail, I left the bunch to start in the B batch.

I started in that batch and rolled to a stop about 500 metres alongside about 10 other men (husbands, friends etc) just beyond the neutral zone.

I rejoined Lauren when she rode past and off we went up the hill. About 5 km into the race is ‘happy hill’ which twists and turns through some picturesque country side. A very nice hill to climb. Some cyclists were hurting and hating life already! I jokingly said to Lauren that we should slow down and keep something in her legs for the remainder of the race. It started as concern for her. It took about 25 km pretty constant climbing for the pain to set into my legs. I repeated the request to slow down – this time for my sake. Lauren was rocking this race and easily riding away from me. Eventually she slowed down and rode with me – not the other way round like I thought it would be.

Unfortunately, we rounded a corner and saw an ambulance, a taxi and a body. A cyclist had been hit head on! From accounts we heard, it was not the taxi’s fault and the cyclist was fine apart from a few broken bones.

The wind and sun came out to play about 20 km in and thats when the fun started. Cycling into wind on the flat is fine – into the wind and uphill is not fun at all. Cycling into the wind, uphill in the summer heat of KZN is even less fun. We had our supporters around 30km up the hill and they were very much appreciated by us.When we passed the marshals on this stretch – they said the race had been cancelled but we could carry on if we wanted. Lauren did and I would have turned around immediately. The plan was to ride together and I never drop a brother (or sister). I soldiered on.

The last 5 – 7 km before turn around were probably the hardest because there some sneaky ‘false flats’.

One of the encouraging aspects to this tough section was that we had a head wind, so the return trip was with the wind. This was found to be true and was very relieving to my legs. Because it up hill on the way out – it was downhill on the way back. The average speed at the turn around was 19.9 km/h. This quickly increased and carried on climbing all the way to finish and was 22.4 when we rolled to a stop. There was a little hiccup on the return trip. A lady clipped a back tyre of the person in front and went down hard. We stopped but after seeing that traffic slowed down and an official car was there, we could nothing to help, so we carried on. She was taken to hospital and is recovering.

Overall, a tough race but a beautiful part of the world. Due to the lack of road closure, I will not be repeating the feat next year – its too dangerous with large amounts of traffic using the very popular route on the weekend. Unfortunately too many negatives to outweigh the positives.

 

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