TDU 2018: CLEANSING THE PALETTE (SOUL)
Day Two of the TDU Heatwave. Only a few more days of it to go. Colonel Adam Hansen had been taking care of the pro peloton in these days of extreme heat, but who was taking care of us?
I: THE REGULARS
Our plan of action had probably been decided well before we had woken up. Given it was day two of a heatwave we couldn’t yet see the end of, the plan was pretty damn simple: escape the heat.
Today the professional bicycle race would start in Glenelg, then head straight out of town where it would finish in Victor Harbour down the bottom of the Fleurieu Peninsula. In years gone by we haven’t really given a damn about this particular stage, but for a moment there the thought of going and seeing the pro's roll out sat in the back of our minds. Given the temperature was already soaring at 9am, we opted for the experience of a more air-conditioned Thursday.
Distance: 252km (Adrian)
Vertical Gain: +2367m (Adrian)
Rounds of Beers: 22
Most Frequented Pub: (forever) The Exeter
Rounds of Caffé Lattes: 15
TDU Fedoras: 0
KOM Bucket Hats: 12
Highest Temperature: 40ºC
Handball Record: 3-5-0
The Couch, Hindley St Adelaide CBD
✓ THE HIGHLIGHT
Mount Osmond; the view, the vibes. Every year it just gets better and better and better. It was our saving grace from the heat, and rejuvenated us for the rest of the week.
✕ THE LOWLIGHT
Sleeping in, while good for the body can come laced with regret. We missed out on a vital opportunity to review another new venue of Adelaide's ever-booming café scene. We try again tomorrow.
"QUOTE(s) OF THE DAY"
"Bless the fuck up. Praise the lord." Things have been quite spiritual, and filled with crew love over the official and unofficial SBC channels between yesterdays post, and this post.
"Well this view could be better." Everyone whenever they finally pull up on the grassy knoll at the top of Mount Osmond.
"Prego Mille!" It's actually Italian for "Thanks, I'm doing well, can I have 3 Peroni's please."
NOT QUITE BROADSHEET
Not quite broadsheet flew straight out the window by most of us sleeping in well into the morning, waking only to find Alex 50 clif bars deep for the day. Eventually Clif will get back to us about a sponno, we just want them to know how dedicated we are to both nutrition and their product. Until then we will listen to this on repeat.
II: GALLERY OF SA
It was something of a pre-meditated idea, arranged weeks in advance after the stars aligned on a shit stage route and local friends days off work. After some iced caffé lattes at Exchange, Kip and Adrian walked on around to the Gallery of SA to meet up with Lana, a required Solo: The Thirst Crusher break along the way (it was a super hot walk of 1km, possibly more).
The heat was already well into the mid to high thirties and far from peaking, so while everyone else we knew was out slow roasting themselves for the afternoon, we chose to take in some of the finest #culture Adelaide had to offer at the Gallery of SA.
The first few rooms took you on an allegorical journey through religion, love, sex, death, sex and more death. Adrian got to witness the works of one of his favourite artists – the Chapman Brothers, in the flesh for the first time, while contemporary works like Marc Newson’s Lockheed Lounge were mixed with older classical pieces from Europe and Australia.
Adrian's camera had run out of battery when he went to leave the Break Free, so you can expect a lot of photos of him pointing at stuff, all taken by Kip.
"Lana, Camouflaged." Digital Photograph on Web (2018) by Kip. B Jordan.
"A Gondolieri in Adelaide." Digital Photograph on Web (2018) by Kip. B Jordan.
Heading down onto the lower levels we were introduced to the current showpiece exhibition of the Gallery of SA: Tarnanthi. Building on the success of a festival of the same name held in 2015, Tarnanthi returned in 2017 to present an incredible array of work from Australia’s Indigenous cultures. Extending well beyond many of the mediums in which you would traditionally associate with Indigenous art, Tarnanthi took you on an eye-opening if not confronting journey, telling the stories of living as an Indigenous Australian in contemporary society through video, music, printmaking and sculpture.
Each room we walked into was met with equal gasps at the the sheer scale of some of the works, with some leaving us fixated for countless minutes. While Adrian, Kip and Lana had studied, or were versed in art (history) to some degree, the depth to the work, and the stories that were told in accompaniment helped fill what evidently was a huge gap in knowledge – an impression that lasted well beyond departing the gallery.
III: COMMUNITY ANNOUNCEMENT
We left the air-conditioned sanctuary of the Gallery of SA in search of something as equally as comfortable and welcoming. Turns out that would be Treadly Bike Shoppe. While just a few blocks away, more bottles of Solo: The Thirst Crusher would get us there with just a handful of kilometres left of the days stage, shortened by 20 kilometres due to the heat. Like you would up on Mount Buninyong during #roadnats, we huddled around the screen and watched the live broadcast of Caleb Ewan completely cooking the sprint finish, Elia Viviani doing a madness on him for Italia.
It is now that we give a community announcement, a word of praise to Jake from Treadly, aka Treadly Jake bka Lil’ Bike Nerd. Sure he heads up arguably the biggest rival to the Soup Bæs CX team, where elbows have been thrown mid race, and online slander has been a common occurrence, but every time we venture, or have ventured to Adelaide he has welcomed us with open arms. Being that he heads up the Bombtrack Treadly CX team, among other bits and pieces, he does a shit tonne of work for Adelaide’s cycling community, and that’s before you take into account his job at the bike shoppe itself.
You’re about to witness his handy work in the next chapter…
IV: GOOD FOR THE SOUL
…in what is now a traditional event on the Tour Down Under calendar. Alongside Gen, the two masterminded a sunset ride up Mount Osmond, only that they drove. A group departed from outside the shop following on from Pedla x Cannondale drinks at the Tour Village, weaving through the suburbs before turning onto an innocent enough street that soon burst your joyful bubble. Another group, made up of locals left their own neighbourhoods and joined us at the top, while the third and final group of riders left East End Yiros heaving with meat sweats up the short but steep Osmond Climb.
"Mmmmmmm gimme some of that sweet, sweet can (middish century suburban home)."
"Chicken Wing Attacks" came left, right and centre once the gradient hit double figures.
The final folks to arrive? Jake and Gen, in a white van filled with drinks and snacks. We took up a position on the hill, for an evening every Tour Down Under, our hill and watched the sun go down. It was still pretty damn hot, and whether we rode that day or not pretty much all of us were cooked from the weeks events that had been. We would descend Osmond in the dark with bodies cooled, and souls cleansed.
"CONTENT PRODUCTION: The Lengths We All Go For Jonesy."
Digital Photograph on Web (2018); Part 4 of a 267 part series.