This is the historical story of a chair. But not just any chair. One that survived wars, famine, floods. It watched its brothers and sisters fall by the wayside, only to have Chris Froome stand upon it with a trophy.
If there’s one good thing Rupert Murdoch has done, if there will be any kind of positive legacy to look back on, it will be the way he helped the humble paperboys of the mid century rise up to start a notable bicycling tour.
Thanks to an evening flight booked, we had the whole final day to say goodbye to Adelaide, and to stare the post-TDU comedown square in the face before it was time to head to the airport. Bye ADL, until 2017.
The Adelaide CBD returns to a ghost town for the day as everyone, and we sure mean EVERYONE makes their way south for the Queen stage in Willunga. Or at least to Clarendon for the bakery’s famous head-sized donuts.
The race ran from Glenelg to Victor Harbour – from slightly out of the way to full blown out of the way. Instead we focused our attention on coffees, reviewing the latest bike tech, and planning our own pro team.
A new breakfast spot discovered, new kit rocked, reviewed and marvelled upon, and a mini pilgrimage to our beloved Corkscrew. We were keen to see how the paid professionals fared against our efforts. They won.
It took four whole days before the meteorological gods smiled down upon us, but we consider ourselves truly blessed to have been granted a weather-based hall pass on the truly Euro-chill stage into Stirling.
It was as if we had teleported to the tropics for the day such was the humidity. The Melbourne crew summited Norton for the first time, new bikes were built, and the humble Peachee yet again saved the day.
Adelaide greeted us warmly with the full force of its notorious January heat, but once bikes were built the good vibes grew and grew for a late afternoon ride and some trackside pizza. Oh and some bicycle racing.
The small town of Buninyong turned itself into a preheated oven for the weekend as Australia’s finest professional cyclists from across the globe descended on the region to vie for those famed green and gold bands.
A rare & beautiful moment culminates in large scale bike racing (the last Bay Crit) West of Melbourne’s CBD. Almost in our hood means meeting for coffee before, chilling on the back straight during, and copping Banh Mi after.