One of the weirder rides this morning for me. Firstly, as anyone who rode in Sydney before 9am will vouch, it was a tad foggy. Pea soup, I think, is the technical term for it. In fact, it was so eerily foggy at 5:30am when I started out from home I completely missed two turnoffs – on a ride I’ve done several times before. One required a quick 180 degree turn. No damage done. The other, however, saw me miss out on one of Sydney’s more enjoyable downhill blasts to Silverwater Bridge. Curse you Marsden Road.
To make matters worse, it was about this time – still 15km from home or so – I started to notice the first tell-tale signs of bonking. I knew what was happening. I needed food, sugar – anything. But I had zilch left. Nor did I have any money on me (I know, stupid, especially on a solo ride). So bonk I did. Powerless to prevent my average speed from nosediving, right at the time on a ride where it usually soars, I limped home at about 15km/h. I think a 5-year old on a scooter even passed me at one stage.
Like most, I’ve bonked a few times before. But never like this. For one thing, my eyesight went funny for about 15 minutes which was no fun at all in the morning fog. I was also having hallucinations about food. Seriously, I was.
Eventually I made it home on auxillary-powered auto-pilot and crammed as much food into me as I could. It helped a bit. But as I write this nearly four hours on, I still feel heavily fatigued by the whole thing. At least I can see again, though!
Fog bonking. Not recommended. 1 star.