Anything can happen on rest days, and that’s what makes them so good. We had made it through the drive west comedown alive, our legs were slowly coming good and we were ready to embrace the Festival State vibe communicated to us through the South Australian number plates.




Being the directeur sportif it's vitally important to have the skill to lift the boys spirits when they're bonking at the   sight of getting cork-screwed, as well as physically being able to lift them. Everyone knows that the most versatile, and effective movement to lift as many cute teens as possible is the Squat.

This morning, as most of the Soup Boys got their cutie-sleep I was testing the fresh waters at Goodlife North Adelaide. The layout of the gym was somewhat confusing, but luckily all I needed was a squat rack and a couple of 45's. A casual visit will set you back $20 unless you have the inside hookup for that free entry, which is almost on par with the Keith Chicken Sammo Combo.


The Looc Cool recently introduced me to the 5 minute warmup spin which is an absolute game changer. Post warmup, a good stretch and roll listening to some pump up music before pyramiding your way through some squats, as follows

Set 1 - 20 reps

Set 2 - 20 reps

Set 3 - 15 reps

Set 4 - 10 reps

Set 5 - 6 reps

Set 6 - 4 reps

Set 7 - 3 reps

Set 8 - drop set to fail

Set 9 - drop set to fail

After this a few minutes rest, followed by some more stretching finishes off the workout.




Badbadnotgood & Ghostface Killah - Stark's Reality
Wilco - Jesus, etc.
Chance The Rapper - Mixtape
Akon - We Don't Care
Young Thug - With Them
The White Stripes - We're Going To Be Friends

Distance: 217km (Alex)
Vertical Gain: +2553m (Alex)
Beers: 2 (Lewis & Josh)
TDU Fedoras: 0
KOM Bucket Hats: 0

The entire day, as rest days truly should be – was a highlight. We slept in, had a lazy breakfast while Peter Sagan rode past on his bike with golden wheels. We rubbed shoulders with pro's and ended it with a chilled ride to the top of a hill with friends.

The costs of wifi at our hotel. We provided the world with a PSA to head to the Apple Store, yet we reluctantly refuse to follow our own advice. A wifi package has been purchased for our dwellings, all in the name of the production of content.

"Do you want to ride there?" – Dean asking Cam, just after midnight if he wanted to ride his bike down the street to get 40 chicken nuggets after he had just arrived at the hotel following a 3 day ride from Melbourne to Adelaide.


Admittedly plans of action were a little up in the air come wake up, but when it is a designated rest day they are somewhat allowed to be. Everyone had constructed a mental list of how their morning would unfold, and went about their business accordingly. From there it would be performing our role as cycling media with verve and vigour, experiencing the hotel pool for the first time since 2015 before going and cheering Alex on as he raced round 2 of the Superseries at Victoria Park, dinner in tow.


The advantages to being a cycling collective largely made up of what you would call “wogs” or at the very least, geographically pretty close to the Footscray markets means that things like avocados and other fresh fruit and veg are bountiful. You think you know, but we run this by the boxful for most cycling trips and TDU as arguably the largest one of them all is no exception. Breakfast of Champions did exist this fine rest day morning, champions in the sense that according to a few select news journalists we were essentially sitting on a deposit for a small shipping container convert in the outer western suburbs of Melbourne. Only that we chose to haphazardly smash it on some locally sourced sourdough bread that we forgot to toast, and enjoy it on the hotel balcony in the sun.

Once motivation to take on the day, the housing market and the world was gathered – East End Providore was our setting for round 2 of the Breakfast of Champions. Named that because Peter Sagan and his fly new golden wheels kept spinning by, distracting us from the fact it took 25 minutes for our iced caffé lattes to arrive despite the lack of a queue. This would be soon forgiven as the brew was so good it was consumed within .5% of the time it took to have it land on our table.



For this very special trip to Adelaide, we invited our friend and award winning documentary photographer Joshua Thomas along for the ride. Outside of experiencing a few Soup Boys adventures here and there (photos of which welcome to our website) he rarely enters the cycling photography scene. He does however embrace the Soup Boys way of life and as far as we are concerned, among Strava KOM's and Bachelor degrees that is the only other thing you should have on your CV. He is constantly traveling, studying and making pictures out of his hometown in rural Australia, you can sample his work below, visit his website here -or- watch his skills manifest themselves into some wildly engaging photographic work over the coming days.




As a collective fully dedicated to delivering low quality cycling content and media, we must bring out the big guns. As cyclists we don’t even have the arms to carry half this gear, but fortunately the hope and words of encouragement you all offer lifts us collectively. Here is a rough guide as to what we, some as students of “photo school” will be using to document the on and off road activity throughout the week.


1. Canon 5d Mk III (dead weight)

2. Canon 1ds Mk III (brick from family home)

3. Fujifilm X70

4. Fuji Instax (Family Fun)

5. MacBook Pro (15" x3, 13" x1)

6. Big Ol' Flash

7. Baby 40mm Pancake Lens

8. Ilford XP2 400

9. Tudorcolor xlx 200, Portra 800, Fujifilm Natura 1600

10. 24-70mm f2.8

11. Canon 50mm 1.4

12. Vivitar Series 1 70-200

13. Vivitar series 1 24-70

14. Canon A1 w/ 50mm f1.4

15. Get hit with the Ricoh GR D

16. Canon 35mm f1.4

17. Apple iPhone 6 Plus Soup Boys Instagram Home Screen Hack

18. 70-200mm (Bird Watching) 

19. 2x. Extender

20. Vivitar Series 1 28mm

21. 55mm 1.8 Carl Zeiss

22. Sony A7

23. Instax Mini 10 ($1 Bin Camera)




Lachlan Morton is back on the World Tour stage for 2017 with Dimension Data, arguably the hottest team in the pro peloton. He must have been having a pretty good, cruise day earlier in the week because he took time out of his busy schedule to hang out and have a chat with us in his hotel lobby.

He shared with us the unique experience of training in -15ºc weather back in his home in Boulder, CO – good enough reason to return home for an extended break over the holidays then into races like #roadnats (which he animated the hell out of) & the Tour Down Under which he’s feeling pretty pumped for this time around.


On if showing his brother up was added motivation for moving back up to World Tour level...

“I need to show him who’s boss, oh and I need the money you know I’ve got a wife and a dog and the Jelly Belly salary just wasn’t cutting it. I’ve got a shitload of Jelly Belly’s at home. I would get a quarterly shipment, so four big boxes and because (Lachy’s brother) Gus and I lived together there would be just eight big boxes of Jelly Belly’s. I didn’t really know what we were supposed to do with all of them, Halloween at our house was pretty good. We would just have a big tub out the front and the kids would ask how many can we take and we would just say take as many as you can.”


“They (Dimension Data) would have been the first choice of team I would have gone to, and they offered me acontract and I was pretty stoked. The charity (Qhubeka #BicyclesChangeLives) is a big part of it too because you know being a professional athlete can be a kind of selfish existence so its good that there is a purpose, that you’re contributing in some kind of way. The training camps and stuff are really cool, and they’re not your traditional team. I couldn’t see myself going to a Dutch or a French team.”

• • •

"My ideal rest day...well normally it would start the night before with some beers, a sleep in then go have breakfast somewhere. So ideally I would be in Australia because we do a really, really good breakfast. Then go to the beach and maybe have a barbecue, and more beers. Just no riding, not on rest days."


After a 5 minute discussion on what defined “old” in the professional cycling ranks, a discussion that didn't provide a conclusive answer he shared with us his favourite Yung American Rider.

“Chris Horner is old, he’s still kicking around. But, Alex Howes or TJ Eisenhart. He’s pretty cool. We raced against each other then we hung out a bit.”

• • •

With all of us standing up, flexing our quads and calves in the middle of the hotel lounge, he pointed to Adrian.

“You look the fastest…and (pointing to Dean) you’re taking this personally.”

• • •

Whether it was handball, downball or foursquare at his high school. 


After we added that to our growing tally he then proceeded to absolutely school us on the in's and outs of downball, handball, wall ball and its various other forms and naming conventions. Right down to the fact that there is a tournament, with prize money held annually in our own backyard. We were heading into this thinking we knew shit about the sport, how wrong we were.


He left us after a half hour workout the likes of which nobody expected. Lachy had to go get a massage, we had the hotel pool calling our names but he left us with this memento to remember the moment by. And so the Wilson Self Portrait Prize has been borne. Let’s see if any other pro’s are game to let the tennis ball fly.




We sent Jonesy deep into free sample territory not really expecting him to ever return. Well an hour or so later he did, no doubt well satiated by what was on offer at the Specialized Pop Up, but with a new Venge Vias Disc in tow, a straight swap for his Ritchey for the rest of the afternoon. He offers his thoughts to you, just in case you’re in the market for a vehicle to rival Richard Branson’s commercial rocket trips to the moon.


"If you're into super aero go fast bicycles then look no further than the Venge ViAS. From my initial ride around the city I can confirm it's seriously fast, in fact it's faster than several suburban buses. What I didn't expect was that the ride was surprisingly comfortable and compliant. Whilst it's no endurance bike, I would happily take this bike into the Adelaide hills (when it's not 40 degrees) or ride from Melbourne to Adelaide on it based on the fact that I'll be two minutes faster over 40km according to the big S. It almost feels like cheating against the wind. In summary, I leave you this question, why take the bus when you can take a Venge?"




What started with a half assed TT to the Parade in Norwood as a means of drying off from a paddle in the hotel pool turned into a stop off at what we expected to be Adelaide’s take on Huxtaburger. Only that it wasn’t, because this was actually good. Lewis and Adrian did a supply run for the crew back at Victoria Park, bags held in mouths on the TT back, cans of coke filling jersey pockets. When landing trackside, the right things were still cold, the right things were still hot. That included the racing on show. Among a field of friends from both Adelaide and Melbourne, Alex was hitting it out for his second race in as many days, race 2 of 3 in the Superseries. He provided his post race thoughts after downing a few nearby bisons handed up by friends.


"It was a fast race, with a tailwind course, 40+ riders, and the Clipsal grandstands covering half of the track from the wind it was always going to be that way. A few tried to get off the front early but the pace was just too high for a breakaway to stick. The attacks continued all race, but it was about the 50 minute mark when one got away, a few people bridged the gap and the chase more or less fizzled. Despite some strong attacks the 5 man break stayed away to take the win. A bunch sprint followed for the rest of the race to try and collect any Superseries points left for the taking."


We interrupt this race reportage to bring you an important announcement. Tenet Supply, Australian made jerseys for Australian things. Now wicking delicious burger sauce as well as it can sweat. Continue on.




Departing Victoria Park following the racing, the Treadly crew and wider #squad made waves for Mt Osmond to watch the sun go down at the end of a rather warm and clear Adelaide afternoon. Once hitting the climb, and despite the unwritten rule of a “chilled pace” being written, attacks came left right and centre, soon calmed down by a constant flow of traffic.


When at the top there was an almost ceremonial collective catching of breath regardless of the pace held up the climb, and golden hour #baaw’s were taken in front of a crystal clear Adelaide backdrop. Bravo ADL, fkn bravo.




Clayton Wesley Uniting Church debuts itself as the first COTDTDU17 # – looking down ominously on what was described in a google search result as the Norwood “café district” (we’re not really going to argue) it offers itself a good reference point if you’re lost in side streets on your way home to the CBD from Mt Osmond. Opened in 1856, the thing is pretty old and has one hell of a spire. No need to take a guess its 38 metres high.