no food is no good

Sunday is Trevors ride day. This day was not PyZahl day -- short on sleep hours, got late, running short on food the day and night before.
However, PyZahl did hard to get up by 6am, knowing things were not optimal he had some good big bowl of Muesli and a Cappuccino. So far so good.
The ride starts at 8:30 in SB and PyZahl decided once more to ride there -- an 33min ride on the little hilly North Counrty... route from his home. He jumped into his bike suit and on his bike just in time to have a few extra minutes.
It was about 7:45 and chilly, about 1°C that time, but the sun was up and rising, birds were singing, it was so nice and quite this morning, almost no traffic that Sunday moring out there.

But the wind chill was there, going fast feld like buring on PyZahl's arms and face, but not too bad.


At the meeting point the number of riders was already impressive and more were coming, PyZahl did not counted them all, but there were more than 25 for sure.


A little delay due to some flat (or such an issue) fixing on the parkinglot... (this could have been PyZahls luck if it had happened later....) but it was not.


So the peleton formed and a long paceline was moving back the same route PyZahl came along this morning already, but at warp speed. Passing Rocky Point and heading out to WWSP all fine. On Sound Ave some really stupid car manovers were going on, worst ever seen -- one car pasing us at decent speed, but hell, what's that -- there is one more car coming from behind with crasy speed overtaking that first car while still left of all of us, it was running over the grass all the right and was gone -- PyZahl never saw such scary thing before.

The speed of the paceline was varing a lot, not to the slow side, not, some sprint like pulling inbetween, PyZahl hates that a lot. All this ended up in an little messed up pace line, not so nice. At about that point a few got dropped already and/or some mechanical problem occrred -- but seamd like the tail of the group did not cared at all and, well, PyZahl tried his best to hang on for some more 20 miles... He got slowly hungry and did harder to hang on -- not food stop so far and about at (his) mile 50 (from home) a sudden out-of-energy made it impossible to keep up:-(

He run on emergency power, followed the group just in sight for a while until they turned into Bartlett... he finished the final hills by his onwn slower pace and took a more direct route back home via Miller Place Rd.

Happy but very hungry back home.

Lesson learned: need a banana mounted on the handlebar.