My worst hour? It came after three hours battling freezing wind and rain in an attempt to get from (somewhere in rural Spain) back to Madrid... My map was rubbish and had turned into mush, the only sensible route I could find involved a road which was marked as Under Construction, so I had no idea if it existed. So I had to cycle uphill on a main road for 5 miles in pouring rain, then undertake a near-lethal 5-mile descent in pouring rain with an endless stream of massive construction lorries hammering past. All made worse by the cement factory at the top of the hill, which meant the whole road was covered in a layer of wet cement, so by the time I hit bottom I was pretty much pebble-dashed all over. All the time knowing that I could get to the bottom and find no road to continue on and also knowing there was no fucking way I could get back up the hill and hence I would be royally fucked.
The best hour? After reaching the bottom and discovering that the road had been finished and I wasn't fucked!
My worst hour? It came after three hours battling freezing wind and rain in an attempt to get from (somewhere in rural Spain) back to Madrid... My map was rubbish and had turned into mush, the only sensible route I could find involved a road which was marked as Under Construction, so I had no idea if it existed. So I had to cycle uphill on a main road for 5 miles in pouring rain, then undertake a near-lethal 5-mile descent in pouring rain with an endless stream of massive construction lorries hammering past. All made worse by the cement factory at the top of the hill, which meant the whole road was covered in a layer of wet cement, so by the time I hit bottom I was pretty much pebble-dashed all over. All the time knowing that I could get to the bottom and find no road to continue on and also knowing there was no fucking way I could get back up the hill and hence I would be royally fucked.
The best hour? After reaching the bottom and discovering that the road had been finished and I wasn't fucked!