1:00 PM: Driving to the Hilton was easy. Parking near the Hilton was easy. Finding the entrance to the Hilton was easy. Getting the first half of our press credential package (PCP) was easy. I walked into the Media Room, they asked for my “Sir name,” I figured out what she meant, I told her my last name was Pasley, she said, “Oh great, I’ve been waiting for you to come in and pick up your credentials, your photo is my favorite photo!” Side note: so far this is the best race credential experience in Manual for Speed history, I mean, she was smiling, I was smiling, we admired my badge together, the vibe was synchronistic.“That’s when I was handed the orange vest. Not the blue or the green or even the fluorescent vest, the o-r-a-n-g-e, orange vest.”DWP
For reference, the orange vest provides its wearer with the least access possible—we’re talking about the same access field tripping Boy Scout troops, local bloggers, and friends and family of ex-town council members get. I mean, when media access to the finish line is limited to the host broadcast crew and photographers with either blue or green vests only, and all other media is forced to access the riders after the stages either in the team area or at the presentation stage mixed zone—the PRESENTATION STAGE MIXED ZONE!—you do not, I repeat not, want to be caught in an orange vest. I threatened to fly home. The woman helping me said that I could always speak with Gennie, but not now because Gennie was in a course meeting.
2:00 PM: We met Lachlan in the lobby, followed him down an escalator ramp under the Hilton to the Adelaide Central Market, in the center of which we sat down at a coffee shop and drank coffee and recorded an interview, which interview is forthcoming. Highlights include an eagle attack.
3:00 PM: Lachlan returns to sequestration, we’re hungry so we eat at Sushi Train—Sushi Train is a local chain restaurant with 4 out of 5 stars on Yelp. I eat my first (and last!) tuna fish salad hand roll.
4:00 PM – 6:00 PM: We lurk outside the Hilton, hustling portraits and interviews.
6:00 PM – 7:30 PM: We suffer through the most boring Team Presentation in history, which granted, is a categorically boring non-event—except when you think about the Giro during which presentation we listened to various Benni Benassi remixes and an announcer who kept saying don’t breaka my ballsa, and there was a giant pink mountain squirrel, chicks in team kit and high-heels, high-top sneakers, and Italian men wearing Speedos. And today, in Australia, all we had was an incumbent mayor using this event and the recent construction of like four—maybe five—new bike lanes around town in an effort to get re-elected. And three dudes dressed-up in Aboriginal body/face paint. Two of them danced around while the other main dude played the didgeridoo, a wind instrument developed 1,500 years ago which musicologists classify as a brass aerophone—in fact it’s sometimes described as a natural wooden trumpet or “drone pipe.” Then Phil Liggett talked and made some jokes I guess, at least I think they were jokes.“And bla bla bla bla bla because seriously it was like going to an outdoor mall with some cousins you barely know the day after the day after christmas to watch their dad, your Uncle, accept the Most Tenacious Salesmen of the Year award at a regional, bi-annual Life Insurance Conference, only instead of two dollars, Cokes cost five dollars. And everybody is still wearing shants.”DWP
- Australian Customs and Immigration does not fuck around with fruit, like for serious they will throw you in jail.
- Australia is in the future, temporally speaking.
- They don’t have Americanos here, they have Long Blacks.11Publisher’s Note: same ingredients, different order. Americano = water into espresso; Long Black = espresso into water.
- If you want the equivalent of a 16oz Americano, you will need to ask for a really Long Black.
- They don’t do half-n-half or cream in Australia. They do milk.
- They don’t use ounces in Australia, they use the metric system, e.g milliliters. Side note: 16oz = 473.176575ml.
- Thusly, ordering “a sixteen ounce Americano with room for cream” doesn’t work.
- The Adelaide Farmers Market is cancelled this Sunday, the same day as the People’s Choice Classic (which is a fake stage), due to extreme heat.
- Apparently Adelaide is the Serial Killer Capital of Australia, and possibly the world.
- If you ask Adelaide resident David Nash to tell you about his city, he has this to say: “It’s a nice city, big enough but small enough that you can get around. Lots of events on this time of year. We’re known for serial murderers [told you!] and vineyards.”
- If you ask Adelaide resident David Nash to tell you why he’s specating the TDU, who he’s hoping to win the TDU, and what the TDU participants can expect from the race, this is what he has to say: “I don’t ride or anything like that, I just like to watch the riding. Obviously I hope one of the Australians like Cadel or Rohan Dennis, who’s from Adelaide, will win. Outside of the city, in the bush? I don’t know, I suppose lots of gum trees, eucalyptus trees, and maybe a wombat.22Publisher’s Note: We’re really hoping for a wombat.“
- FOODLAND’s (The Mighty South Aussie’s) Hommus Dip (a smooth blend of chickpeas, garlic and lemon) is considerably better than Black Swan’s (Farmer’s Best!) White Hommus.
- Urinating, according to the Santos Tour Down Under 2014 Race Manual: “Competitors are advised that it is an offence to urinate in public in Australia. Penalties will be imposed on individuals who choose to ignore this law.”
- You can’t drive a car from the left-hand seat, no matter how many time you try. It’s always going to be on the right. The steering wheel, the seat belt, all of it, it’s on the right. Except for the shifter, that’s on the left, near your left hand.