Daryl Impey
is the first South African to wear the Yellow Jersey on the Tour de
France. This race probably the most gruelling sporting event, played out
under blue sky's in the beautiful French countryside is an interesting,
photogenic three week extravaganza.
The raw speed of the sprinters as they position themselves, the team
lead-out-man, burying himself with his last bit of energy to present the
sprint specialist with a clear run to the line. The impossibly
gruelling climbs, gradients that normal people would find difficult to
walk up, and yet these icons of the cycling world, speed up the
mountains, round the hair pin bends, pulling on the handle bars as they
drive on through the spectators crowding the road.
These spectators are a
spectacle in themselves having camped for a couple of days to find a
position to view the race they are hyper by the time the riders arrive.
Some dressed in pantomime costumes run alongside the riders for a few
yds, eager to capture the limelight as the cyclists peddle by. The
climbers carry the names of the gods of past races, it is the climb that
sets the mortal from the immortal and it is the climb that ones jaw
drops open as the leader finds more energy to slowly draw away to stamp a
mark on their opponents.
Dropping down the other side of the
mountain, hairpin bends, as on the assent, now are a stamp of the
courage of the man who can descend in a way that makes one truly fear
for their lives. A drop that would lead to awful injury or death if he
misjudges anything, makes a fast decent only for the very brave or very
stupid.
Impey carries on his shoulders the South African dream. A dream, which in another context is dying as your most famous person begins his own
final journey.
Would the outcome of the Rainbow nation have
been different if Mandela had been a younger man and contested the
longer race ?
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