1. Some mornings you wake up and just don't feel like riding. You lack the will, the enthusiasm, and yes, even the confidence to tackle that ride you'd planned during the week. And if you can somehow muster the fortitude to get up, get dressed and get out the door on the bike, don't expect that just because you're riding it'll all be sunshine and orange blossom Honey Stingers. Some days you just don't feel as good, nor perform as well as others. It's a fact of life.
2. 30 year old shorts don't perform as well on longer rides as you remember them doing in the past. Especially when they were cheap to begin with. Whether it's faulty memory, or an old and worn out chamois, they just plain don't work as well as the current crop of shorts and bibs in the closet. I felt like my ass was busted from about 25 miles on.
3. Don't count on small town cafes being open on Sundays, regardless of what internet reviewers say. Fortunately I didn't. I knew the Cicero Coffee Company would be open, so I planned my breakfast there at about mile 21. The shop in Sheridan would have been a nice stopping point for a beverage and a rest at the 30-mile halfway point, but it wasn't to be. And that pissed me off just enough that I was determined to throw in the hilly area north of Zionsville and reward myself with the cinnamon roll and iced tea that I knew was available and waiting for me at the Eagle Creek Coffee Company at mile 50.
4. Don't expect an intermittent crank clicking noise that started at mile 53 to reproduce itself on demand at the bike shop after the ride. It won't. And didn't.
Total for the day was an exhausting and uninspired 59.7 miles at 15.2 average. At least it didn't rain on me and wasn't blistering hot.