The Tour ended its second day and the travel entourage continues to follow their heroes while creating their own legends for their lunchboxes at the same time.
Apparently there are some nice churches and a few other tourist attractions to see in Adelaide, however if we don’t pass them on the bike – odds are we won’t see it on this trip.
The day begins with an early wake up, get the kit and bike sorted and off to the Adina Apartments for an 8am roll out. We then head out for a few kilometers on a bit of a ride before heading to where we want to watch the Tour pass. We are then back on our bikes doing a few more k’s. Once we finish the riding we are back in the hotel, showering and recovering and putting the legs up. On goes the tennis and we settle in for the night. Pretty much the life of a rider – the perfect holiday for any cyclist.
Today after a brief stop in Glenelg for coffee we rode to Nortons Summit, Michael Cole was not feeling as spritely as he was the previous day. As always Mike Foster was setting the early tempo – Mike is just a machine, he must have come from the same mould as Adam Hanson – he drives the pace all day, directs the troops, attacks on the climbs and is never far from the front.
Rebecca Snell decided that the best form of attack was surging off the front like Ross Chaffer in a smooth paceline ride. She used a split at the traffic lights to set off on a suicide mission with Justin Roscoe. They were soon out of sight due to the buses we were playing tic tac toe with. To control the edgy Melbourne boys, Manly were setting a solid tempo at the start of the climb, once I peeled off after about a kilometre and a half (after receiving team instructions to drop back and out of the group just like Matt Goss), apparently the pace lifted even further – I doubt that was possible.
Unsurprisingly, the heads of state – Mike Foster and Jarrod Crosby made their way to the front with Schleck Scheiner to fight it out with a couple of very classy Melbourne riders. Schleck managed to withstand numerous vicious stinging attacks by Foster and the Melbourne riders to take the KOM. A quick regroup and we headed off towards Hahndorf – a little German town in the middle of the Adelaide Hills.
The Tour passes through Hahndorf
The Tour passed through, with german precision and then we were back on our bikes, heading towards the deciding climb of the Corkscrew on today’s stage via the back roads. Antoni Mikac has picked up his black belt in being a shadow because for the last two days he has done his best to never do a turn on the front. We made it to the KOM with about 20 minutes to spare. It was full of other tragics waiting to cheer on the riders. Here one entrepreneur was paying off his mortgage selling those little zooper dooper ice poles for $3.5 each – probably buy a pack of 20 for that in Woolworths.
Once the madness had passed, we were then back on the bikes down the cork screw madly dodging riders who must walk down every hill judging by their descending ability for an easy spin at 40km/hr back into town sitting behind the ever strong Foster and Buzz.
Col Carrigan about to be interviewed about the days stage
Another 127km done for the day. Stage 3 tomorrow – remember all club members are welcome to join us on any the rides – which are planned to perfection by Jarrod Crosby and Mike Foster. Feel the rush…