OMG!
I had forgotten what it is like to get a good bike buzz going. My commute was another best time for the route I took, I added 2 miles to my regular ride, so I did 25, and was so... juiced/jazzed/pumped/high. Then I got out of work early, and kicked up a notch and flew to a meeting, and then flew home. It was on the ride home that I realized I was heading for a bonk, and it was too late to down a Powerbar, so it slowly crept in on me, the wobbles, the frogging legs, the light headedness, and I just smiled, and thought of circles, making circles with my feet for that last 3 miles.
As I topped out the last hill I came flying down it to beat the yellow, just, and tried to crank it for home, but the tank was on fumes, and sadly I couldn't turn the 48x18 much further. Heck, getting off and putting the bike away took calories I didn't have to spare.
I LOVE THIS STUFF!