Thanks to massive investment in velodromes and such (bless you, John Major) Britain is now a nation that produces Olympic cyclists. Yesterday we won gold in an event which I think is called the Pursuit. You position two teams of four cyclists on opposite sides of the velodrome and get them to whizz round several times, trying to catch each other up. The teams ride nose to tail, like the engine and carriages of a toy train, with the leader periodically peeling off, as he loses momentum, to attach himself to the rear. It's beautiful in a weird, man-bonded-to-machine sort of a way.
I can think of worse things for a nation to spend its money on.