No, this is isn't about a longest milage or highest climb.
Actually it was on one of my shorter routes.
I was 30 K from home, then Mr. Die-re-hia payed a unwelcome visit.
I still had an elevation of 600 meters to climb. But there I was. Alone, and no other solution than to pedal forward. Pain in the intestine.
ANd yes, poop in my shorts.
Made it, proud of it.
Hey, I'm a lone rider, I got no one else to share these stories with.