The Tour Down Under is a sporting pilgrimage unrivalled in Australia. A festival like atmosphere which is a celebration of our sport, and not just the professional sporting event to which its name is attached. It's the people that come to Adelaide, that venture into the hills and feast on local fare that truly make this event. It’s not a sporting event built on the attraction of celebrity or allegiance – a small bonus for those who could give two shits. This event is solely built on the emotional connection each and every rider has for cycling. A connection that has fostered lifestyles and personalities. This is a life. Their life. And it means the world to them.
During the first few of days of this year's event, our team of photographers have jumped into our daily bunchies and documented our journey. While the intention was always to have Black Sheep cover the Tour from an ‘our alternate perspective', what we didn’t expect was the depth and the beauty we've experienced. We have documented the accomplishment of life long dreams, of ticking notches off bucket lists, or overcoming personal boundaries once thought impossible. We want to share with you just some of the experiences we have been privileged to be part of this week. See our Facebook Page for daily galleries.
Exhaustion is a beautiful thing. It takes people to their most vulnerable state – no ability to hide what they are truly feeling. It’s here you discover what something really means to them. This week we have seen agony and doubt. But we have also seen elation and pride. Experiences can seen in the face of cyclist.
You don’t need us to tell you about South Australia’s natural beauty, but we will let our photography do the talking. Everywhere you go is a celebration of the finer things in life. The rolling vineyards. The meandering fields of dairy cows. The beauty is that here, in this place, you are on the doorstep of the artisan.
Let’s take a moment. A moment to reflect on a European heritage that has created some of the most exquisite roads in Australia. At times you could be in the foothills of a European countryside. Other times you could be on the exposed roads of an Alpine pass. Yet time again you are reminded of Australia, and how bloody beautiful it is. Earthy orange rock carved canyons, or the hay-baled lined open roads. Adelaide is a cyclists' playground. Simple.