David Bowie provided the accompaniment to my best ever cycling day. Jacqui and I were 11 days out from Paris, cycling towards the Pyrenees and Spain.
We were a mixture of ecstatic and terrified. We knew we were going to complete the French leg with our arrival in St. Jean Pied de Port – plenty reason for us to celebrate: but we were painfully aware of the Pyrenees louring in the distance – and we were very unsure we could climb over them.
Then on that thrilling last day, a snatch of, “we could be heroes” came into my head. I was not even sure it was a Bowie song. It stuck in my brain and repeated as a loop for all the miles after until we arrived. I confess I was even heard to sing it aloud on full volume: this mercifully is not something that I am given to doing often. Put it down to the thrill of the moment and the power of Bowie’s anthem.
That night we raised a glass to our success. Tonight the toast will be, David Bowie – with a word of thanks included. RIP.