42 on a downhill on a long ride in Connecticut to Massachussetts. The funny thing is that I was riding the opposite way a couple of years later, and wasn't familiar with the road. My wife was in the car driving back to NYC somewhere behind me and she was going to pick me up in NY State in Pawling. It was windy, headwind of course, and I wasn't feeling up to finishing so I stopped in this small CT town and called her. It was only after I got in the car that I realized that I'd stopped at the bottom of that same hill. I'd have never made it.