It’s not hard to track Michael down; follow the wallet-draining aroma of the finest carbon bike frames and look for something very thin and very fast blurring past. That’ll be him. A bluff Northerner, UK not NZ we’re talking here, he graduated from the vineyard to the hallowed halls of the winery. Growing it is one thing, but making it under the eagle sharp gaze of Blair can be quite another barrel of Pinot. He has yet to learn to let the boss win a bike race now and then.