We were thrilled to have some legitimate cyclists in town and to have another occasion to ring our cow bells. And to spend the day outside during Dubai’s dreamy winter. Wade and I were equally thrilled to have kids stoked about cheering on professional cyclists. We grabbed some lunch, a spot on the grass and fellow cyclist enthusiasts, our friends the Kennet’s and waited for the riders.
A good spot for watching…a fine view of the Burj Al Arab and a hairpin turn.
Honing her journalism skills and her bad-a skills in her casquette.
Many a spectator were impressed with their cowbells and enthusiastic cheering.
April and I with the babes. Whitt and Olivia were born a day apart. In fact, we had neighboring hospital rooms and shared a nursing staff. As a result will always have a special bond. Never mind that Whitt is twice Olivia’s size.
Have you ever seen a race, of any kind whose police escort includes a couple of Ferrari’s followed by a couple of Bugatti’s? I’m ball parking, but I’d venture to guess this police escort set Dubai back about 5 million G’s. A fine use of public money. The marketing catch phrase for the Dubai Tour was, ‘The most powerful race in the most powerful place.’ Two things Dubai’s not short on, money and confidence.
Wade sold his racing bike before coming to the Middle East thinking we’d be in Saudi and that there would be no occasion to hop on a bicycle. Better to sell than to leave sitting in storage. But now he wants to buy a new one. And go to the Tour de France.
I can throw my support behind the later.
Until next year Dubai Tour.
2 comments:
Looks like a beautiful day in Dubai! I am really loving their police cars. Can't believe any city could afford that. Guess not many people try to take them on a car chase!
When exactly would wade ride a road bike? Your cheering squad went overseas well-prepared. Cowbells are second nature. we're proud of that.
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