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Touring, alone on the road for four months, 130k on the clock for the day, no food/water left, shattered, in the middle of forest when I should be in the middle of a city, it's late and getting dark..
I could've taken world records for my swearing/ranting. God damn some days on the bike can be fscked.
Then you come across an awesome German family and they sort everything out for you. Legends!
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at the very end of doing my first fixed century, encountered some rolling hills which just killed me. plus i was riding with another guy on a fixed and a guy on a road bike, both of whom had done 1/2 the distance i did, so they kept pushing on.
i was kinda hoping this thread was going to be about someone's hour record attempt...
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kilgore_trout i was kinda hoping this thread was going to be about someone's hour record attempt...
It can be..
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I've been out in more dodgy conditions, and got caught out in dark spooky places as well, and hallucinated in a big way due to fatigue and stuff, but today just felt bad. I must be in a fragile state of mind or something.
Imagine how bad I'd have felt if I didn't have full mudguards ;p
Feel alright now though thanks to a hot bath, a packet of ibuprofen, booze, chocolate, pasta, ice-cream, doughnuts...
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i remember the first time i ever got the knock; on the way back from boxhill some years ago. i'd done around 70 miles or so, coming back towards elmer's end, or somewhere, it was a long route. i didn't really know what the knock/bonk was until i near enough collapsed, could see stars, couldn't pedal up anything that wasn't downhill. really freaky. took me ages to get home, stopped at a friend's house for a sandwich or ten, coffee, jaffa cakes (one packet thereof), then gingerly got back to bow much later, fell asleep. had to ride again later that day to meet a friend, had nothing in my legs. ate serious amounts of chocolate cake. she was looking at me funny. i couldn't explain it.
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The first hour or so after the rest stop doing the Dunwich Dynamo this year was brutal. My body had finally realised coming out of eating some 'food' that it was supposed to have been in bed long ago. I was so wet and cold that I thought that I wouldn't make it. Warmed up eventually but I will never forget it.
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I remember being on a ride with some relative strangers, on a very cold and wet day, and it was the kind of ride where people are riding so hard, they don't bother wearing too many layers.
I was about the 4th person to puncture, and I ended up getting 2 - the second one was genuinely bad luck rather than my error. Everyone was freezing and resented stopping, but I had no fucking idea where we were, and was already having difficulties navigating due to tiredness.
While I was fixing the puncture, as quick as I could with numb hands and an ice cold alu rim, I started getting well paranoid. They were all staring at me like they wanted to kill me, and one of them was 'fondling' his multi-tool with the knife blade extended; though I was more concerned about them ritually clubbing me to death with frame pumps.
No-one said anything for the rest of the ride, and I didn't bother doing the teastop/chit-chat at the end...
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Only once come close to that on a bike. An hour later than I should have been, misjudged the distance, was on my own, young and naive, it got dark...and I was unfit and literally had to push my bike up anything more than flat. The last 5 miles on a B road in the dark without lights hurt really bad.
I've had many more times that I've been physically far worse, but that's been in the hills in Scotland in winter....some Epic adventures.
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Bonked three quarters of my way through my first century ride. The furthest I'd ridden previously was 50 miles. Like pj, I could only pedal going downhill. All I'd had was 2 jam sandwiches and 2 bottles of water. Oh, and for the first 50 miles I was carrying a rucksack full of heavy tools.
The battery had gone in my phone and I didn't have any money for more food or for a call box. Eventually struggled to my brothers house 15 miles short of home and got a lift. I don't actually remember getting home. I'd ridden 105 miles and it had taken me 10 1/2 hours.
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Sam ... Oh, and for the first 50 miles I was carrying a rucksack full of heavy tools.
...jack hammer, block and tackle, axle stands, plus an oxy-acetylene torch just in case?
Sam I'd ridden 105 miles and it had taken me 10 1/2 hours.
Wow, that's some poor average speed. Congrats, that's so funny!
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the dynamo in the rain, an hour or 2 before the feeding station, pissing rain following the wheel in front but not being able to see anything.
all i can remember is the red light through the spray, and the brakes not working but it doesn't matter because you can't use them riding in a train anyway, hating every minute of it except i lost all track of time got into a zone where i wasn't aware of the road just the light in front, no idea how long it was raining for but it was the most miserable few hours i have ever spent on the bike.
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About
Worst hour on a bike...
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@BringMeMyFix
I went on a clubrun today, out into the exposed Essex countryside, and had to ride the 35 mile return leg into a miserable cold, wet, and vicious headwind. There were 6 of us, but I had to do the last hour on my own.
By this point, I was close to bonking, my lower back had completely locked up from riding so tensely (dangerous winds always seem to make every muscle, tendon, and ligament stiffen up), and every time I had to stop at lights or whatever, I felt like crying, and just lying down on the pavement in the foetal position.
It's been a while since I've had a ride this bad, and today's was exacerbated by back pain - got to be a contender for worst hour spent in the saddle.
Anyone else got any anecdotes of how riding a bike crushed their spirit and reduced them to a quivering emotional wreck?