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It’s very early in March and we’re riding in wall-to-wall sunshine with the temperature nudging 20°C. We haven’t seen another cyclist for three hours. Not Mallorca then. And the lack of wind means it can’t be Lanzarote. The warm custard tarts in our jersey pockets and the gnarly cork