The rainy season came in like a lion last evening, cancelling our projected ride, and leaving in its wake heavily overcast skies, no wind, and 110% humidity. So we went out early this morning (labor day here), and stayed out too long, because it never really got too hot to ride. The first indication that we'd been out too long came after we'd split up and I was heading home on my own, across the city. I came to a particular intersection much more quickly than I had any right to, and within a couple hundred meters more, it was clear that I had to get off the road and eat something. The immensely fascinating bonk. A few years ago, while riding a solo century, I was tipped off as I entered a village that I was certain I'd already passed through.
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