If there ever was a day to put yourself off being a professional cyclist today was the day.
Conditions for the first half of the race were grim to say the least, with temperatures in low single figures a biting wind and rain. Rain that soaks through every layer of clothing and soaks you to the bone, and then there was the white roads, saturated with melted snow that had fallen earlier in the week and kept saturated by the persistent rain, turning the white dust into a beige paste that stuck to everything and everyone.
NZCJ was on hand to photograph the experience.
Words and images: Chris Auld