McLaren Vale. Margaret stands near the start line with Terence.
Imagine, snorts Margaret.
I do imagine, says Terence.
But Margaret is annoyed because Gaius believes she lost Farky.
While Terence is imagining life without the STUPID SUN HAT!
He has lost count of the number of spectators who have knelt down before him and pinched his cheeks under the brim.
Bang! The riders ride out of McLaren Vale.
It's another hot day.
Farky stands a short way down the road, disguised as a clown dog.
His clown dog outfit is cool. It includes a pom-pom umbrella. The downside is keeping it up.
Beside him, stands Monski, a clown.
Who'll be the winner? asks Monski.
That one, says Farky, pointing at Richie.
Monski makes a quick pretend phone call and places a large bet on Richie.
Ha ha! The spectators love Monski.
.......
Team Philosophe is feeling more confident.
Ludwig Wittgenstein is cheerful.
I might take up her offer, says Ludwig.
The geology hammer? says David. You should. Is that all she offered?
No, says Ludwig. She offered a trip to the Younghusband Peninsula. Camping.
Are you familiar with camping? asks Vello.
No, says Ludwig.
You'll love it, says Vello. Wont he, Gaius?
Gaius has no opinion whatsoever on the matter.
.......
Baby Pierre is watching the race on TV.
Who's winning? calls his mother.
No one, says Baby Pierre. But I can see Farky, pointing.
Who at? asks his mother.
Richie, says Baby Pierre.
......
Willunga Hill. The final climb.
Sweezus is pedalling like a robot. Pablo breathes hard behind.
Arthur has ice down the back of his jersey.
As do the others.
But here comes Richie, putting on one of his famous grand spurts.
This is his Hill.
He wins easily, and Daryl Impey comes second.
But Daryl Impey wins the ochre jersey on a countback.
A countback.
That can only be maths.
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