While staying in the fair city of Adelaide in order to acquire a superpower undergo radiation treatment, I have rented what I thought was a very nice little apartment near the city, which allows me to walk to the hospital every day (about 20 mins away) through a very nice park and a rose garden.

I could have stayed at the hostel the Cancer Council provides for remote patients but that would have meant sharing a bathroom. I suspect sharing facilities with a whole bunch of people way sicker than me, is a bad idea. I am quite certain they would resent enormously someone bouncing around like the Energizer bunny*, with no apparent symptoms whatsoever.

Anyway... I digress. I was talking about the apartment. Very nice, all the amenties (including a dishwasher and clothes dryer, flat screen TV... you know - the essential stuff). Oh, and it's 50 metres from the Clipsal 500 Super V8 race track.

You see, once upon a time, Adelaide used to host the Australian Grand Prix, but Melboune stole it off them.  Adelaidians had got used to having their city turned into complete chaos every year for 4 weeks while they block off major arterial roads, put up grandstands, mega-screens and TV camera stands in order to turn the edge of the CBD into a race track, so they found another race to replace the Grand Prix - the Clipsal 500 V8 Supercar race.

Wonderful, I'm sure, if you give a flying f**k about racing around a street track in souped-up family cars.

(You've probably guessed - correctly- by now, that I'm not into souped-up family cars.)

Every morning since I arrived in Adelaide, however, I have been woken at 6:00 am by the sound of heavy machinery manouvering the concrete track barricades into place. A couple of days ago, the grandstands went up. One end of my street is now blocked off. Yesterday they covered the 7' high fencing with black plastic so you can't see any part of the race without a ticket.

And today - God bless 'em - they started racing.

I am writing this to the sound of screaming car engines whizzing past at... well, probably at the speed I do on the open road at home .... actually... hehehehe

I'm exaggerating, of course. Because my engine never screams like that. And I don't drive a souped-up family car.

So, irritation because I'm not going to get a moment's peace for the next 5 days aside, (not to mention another 2 weeks of 6:00 am heavy machinery starts as they dismantle the whole wretched shebang after the race) is there any more irresponsible sport you can participate in, during a time of gobal financial distress and climate change, than screaming aroung a track for days in souped-up family cars?

And would I be nearly so rightouesly indignant about  the environmental impact if it wasn't happening 50m from my front door and waking me up at 6:00 am every morning? :)

*Actually, it's the Duracell Bunny. Energizer had nothing to do with it:)

Wow, I was just pissed off at the closure of road and unbelievable traffic, you have my deepest condolences... try not to breathe in too much of those fumes :)

I missed out on the 6am noise, even the noise of the cars warming up at 8am didn't seem to carry to my apartment (50m from the RAH) ... and I couldn't hear anything until I rode past on my bike to work. Work is situated on one of the major corners - good for view, bad for noise. It's hard to focus! Poor Jenny =(

It might be time to bust out the earplugs?

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