In the movies, Arnold Schwarzenegger has killed Vikings, vultures, clones and zombies.

Now it seems that he is trying to kill me.

We are cycling through Los Angeles towards his pre-breakfast workout.

It should be a gentle ride. But the former governor of California-turned-environmental campaigner does not stop at red lights; he simply stops pedalling as he skips them.


A driver blasts his car horn in protest. "What's the drama?" deadpans Schwarzenegger, an action hero who always wanted to be a comedian.

Six red lights later, we arrive at Gold's Gym, the self-proclaimed Mecca of Bodybuilding. Here too the rules