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DAY 3. TUESDAY ADVENTURE

 

Word had got around. Tuesday would be an adventure. And an eager flamboyance turned up in droves to see where the Flamingoes would fly. It was straight to Stirling, always picturesque, to rid ourselves of any remnants from the previous night's excess. A steady 8km climb and rising temperatures, even early on, got enthusiasm bubbling.

 

Legs suitably brought to life, the Fast group got themselves into a good ol' country chop off for the next 30km rolling through the back roads of Mylor. In the meantime, our Social group were acting in the manner to which they were given their name – taking in the views and stopping to smell the rosemary.

 

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The wild life had enjoyed a wild ride.

Speaking of sniffing up the aromatics, we then found ourselves drinking in the wine fields of the Mclaren Vale. But it was iced long blacks on the menu, much-needed fuel to carry us up the Coromandel Valley ascent. A long, steady climb that had riders reaching to undo their zippers. With temperatures north of 35 degrees, it was a relief to realise the climbing had been conquered. It was time to put a call into the Black Doctor and consume cream buns to carry us down Windy Point Road and back into the heartland of the Chateau.

The wild life had enjoyed a wild ride. Mount Lofty, Stirling, Willunga and McLaren Vale all in one parcour. Beat that.

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DAY 4. STUNNING STIRLING

 

Today we would chase the race. Or meander after it at the very least. First stop was the sea breezes of Brighton. But any light relief would soon be forgotten with the long grind up Ackland Hill Road. Fortunately for the 180 or so riders braving the high 30s, our ever-present sag wagon was on hand to water those weathered by the extreme temperatures. This is Adelaide after all.

 

But there was still climbing to be conquered before we could catch the race in Stirling. Mylor to Stirling can be testing in any conditions but near desert-like conditions made for a real challenge. Now it was time to watch others suffer. Jaime Castrillo of Moviestar was chief culprit, somehow gapping the peloton first with two others partners in crime and then on his own, stretching the distance by up to almost five minutes. A brave move that only ended with 8ks to go.

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By that time, we were descending Mount Lofty with what felt like fan-forced oven temperatures in our face. The lure of ice-cold coke and good times rallied the troops down Norton Summit and home to the Chateau.

 

Salt-stained and shattered, the Black Doctor was in attendance as tired riders limped through the door. But the award for best helper goes to Joanna who was on hand with Ventolin for one poor Asthma sufferer struggling with the intense heat. She earned herself a highly desired Flamingo casquette and he was a new man after a few puffs. Not quite Chris Froome. But almost.

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CHATEAU BY BLACK SHEEP & SPECIALIZED AT THE BIG RACE IN ADELAIDE. JANUARY 14 - 20. 74 FROME ST, ADELAIDE 5000.


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